Bonaparte + Freud

Bonaparte Freud

1. Verse

Bonaparte and Freud walks into a bar

Got visible scars

The joke's on me, the prodigal son returns

But I've only heard the stories from her

Only time she cried was when Goodman died around 85

Since those years she hardened and kept her tears

I met her at the Galveston Pier

1. Chorus

Oh my god

She almost got offended

From all this talk

But she never seems to end it

The stream of thought

I almost disappear when she's near

But she only fears fear

2. Verse

It's a spurt of whoever calls it first

And we give it our worst

On the pitch an absolute hit and miss

We only tread the seasonal bliss

2. Chorus

Oh my god

She almost got offended

From all this talk

But she never seems to end it

The stream of thought

I almost disappear when she's near

But she only fears fear

Bridge

Oh my newfound radical heart

And precious new beginning

I'm should have seen it right from the start

And the Army Band is singing:

Whoooa, but she loves you...

3. Chorus

Oh my god

She almost got offended

From all this talk

But she never seems to end it

The stream of thought

And I've hardly been befriended

I break my back

I almost disappear when she's near

But she only fears fear