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 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 threw me were intended to deceive

Freudiana, do you want to be somebody?
Freudiana, do you want to change the world?