I was alone in my room

Feeling sorry for myself,

Call me a prohet 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 I try to find

The part of me that I don't know

I won't stop 'til I see the truth

There's such a long way to go



I saw a picture of a stranger

But I didn'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 through me

Were intended to decieve.



Freudiana, do you want to be somebody? (Freudiana)

Freudiana, do you want to change the world? (Freudiana)