Mondo Freudo lyrics

Sits in his office rappin` with the rats, lookin` for excuses for his fits and
spats, makin` things worse with a cocaine brain, trying to judge the
distance between pleasure and pain. Stinks like a madman cries all the
time, confident of all the answers he`ll find, don`t get confused or call
him paranoid-o, he just doesn`t know about his mondo freudo.
Sittin`on the couch he tried to pour out his heart, while the doctor
yawned a bit and tried to hold back a fart and then he lit up a cigar and
just started to smoke and just thinkin` to himself that it`s just a joke.
`Well I got a good job and it pays real well, and when I get home I treat the kids
like hell. Beat my wife within an inch of her life and tried to slit my
wrists with a dull butter knife. The family`s real worried `bout my
carousin` and boozin` ` and the doctor lit a smoke to try to keep him
from snoozin`, it was getting real lame and doc was gettin` annoyed-o
and didn`t give a damn about mondo freudo.
Sittin` on the couch etc...
Doctor couldn`t take it anymore, cuz he was bored and just sick and
tired of listenin` to a mondo freudo. Wife and the kids whose life just
hit the skids were sick and tired of gettin` pushed around and livin` in
a condo with a mondo freudo.
The secretary knew that names couldn`t escape her, walked down to
the corner to buy a newspaper. Back to the office, past all the bums,
readin` `bout the baby junkies in the Chilean slums and `Wife shoots
husband, twice in the head` she knew the name of the man that was
dead, he was a pain in the ass, a fly in the ointment, wife bought a gun
and he missed his appointment