Lyrics:

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 I try to find
The part of me that 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?