i was alone in my room feeling sorry for myself call me a prophet of doom, i could think of nothing else i found a freudian book gathering dust upon my shelf i thought i'll give it a look, would it hurt or would it help
freudiana, do you want to be somebody? freudiana, do you want to change the world?
i met the wolfman and the ratman, anna-o and little hans they were walking on a tightrope, i never thought they had a chance and then a hand reached out to hold them just before they tumbled down but i was standing in a quicksand and i could not feel the ground
freudiana, do you want to be somebody? freudiana, do you want to change the world?
i look back and try to find the part of me i don't know i won't stop till i see the truth there's such a long way to go
i saw a picture of a stranger but i don't understand he had a ring around his finger and something burning in his hand and i wanted him to teach me and i needed to believe but the shadows that he threw me were intended to deceive
freudiana, do you want to be somebody? freudiana, do you want to change the world?