Mondo freudo lyrics

Artist  : Victims family 
Song : Mondo freudo
 
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.