The Viennese Drinking Song – Camille West – letras

Wherever we go, there’s id and there’s egothe conflicts we never outgrow.Anxiety’s built on repression and guilt(ask any good Catholic you know).There are feelings inside which are felt and deniedand in trying to hide them we findthat the ones we repress are the ones we express(and they tell me it’s all in my mind).And we sing ya, ya, ya, yaSo many things to avoidYa, ya, ya, yathe gospel according to FreudOne day my kid came to me straight from his therapy,(used to be strictly gestalt)He said « I’m not complainin’ but my toilet trainin’was rough so you’re really at fault »Perhaps if I’d waited he’d not be fixatedI wish that I’d made it a gameSo I owe an apology… thank you, psychologyMy fault the kid is insaneOur sons want to marry us. Freud says the Oedipuscomplex is strong and it’s real.These boys cause a ruckus; they all want to -shall we say feel?-what they ought not to feelBetween father and son there’s a war to be wonover mama’s affectionate glanceSays pop to his kid, « What’s this crap about id?Keep your impulses inside your pants »