Freudiana

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?