Drinkin’ beer by the liter in an X rated theater; I need a Phantasy Uninhibitor.
Deep inside my dirty heart My sexuality is a secret even from me Really especially see when an Erotic phantasy enters my mind Got to stop it first check an’ see if it’s the right kind Because there’s rules, dictated by society. They vary from place to place and person to person But for certain there is always what’s considered bizarre Perverse, unnatural or goin’ too far I think I need a mystic Faster and slicker than an undercover Hipnotist, dippin’ into unconsciousness To help negotiate between imagination, ego and libido Let me leave aside the bottle, straw and needle. Alcohol, heroin, cocaine, adrenalin Tools of release from social demands That may be in opposition to instinctual demands Leave me with a gag on my mouth, and shackled hands. Unable to express, this is who and how I am. Will I ever find some happiness Caught in the axis of praxis and stasis The stuff that I chase is the stuff that erases.
Drinkin’ beer by the liter in an X rated theater; I need a Phantasy Uninhibitor.
My steamy, creamery dreamies Populated with casts of outcastaway archetypes of all types Peter Pan, Mary Poppins, Uncle Sam, Christopher Robin Joan of Ark, Gertrude Stein, Peter Parker, John Divine Aphrodite, Yemaya, Don Quixote, Amen Ra Headed toward the Emerald City Packed inside a fire engine Someone turns around says Don’t let me forget to mention “I saw the light, I saw the light “No more darkness, no more night.” We take flight and the sky becomes ocean Soon I see a siren sittin’ on a dolphin Facin’ his tail, leanin’ over his fin, Gettin’ his spout in a certain position. Awake to a freak in boys underwear Givin’ head to a slob with matted black hair Somewhere out here near 42nd street, Floor stickin’ to my feet, Fallin’ in and out o’ sleep…
Drinkin’ beer by the liter in an X rated theater; I need a Phantasy Uninhibitor.
Fantasy Uninhibitor Helpin’ me discover my fears and desires Things I never would’a expected to be thinkin’ about Comin’ out, freakin’ me out, it’s all allowed. I need a license to explore my inner core, Always hidin’ in the closet is gettin to be a bore. I need a permit to hunt for and open door, Because closets are for clothin’ not for me anymore. So anyway, all we are tryina say is Can’t we go crazy responsibly Feel how it feels to be free of mental penitentiary Is this really how it’s meant to be Stewing in self-prescribed chemistry.
Drinkin’ beer by the liter in an X rated theater; I need a Phantasy Uninhibitor. Drinkin’.
Words by Rivka and Mike iLL Music by Mad Happy Copyright BMI
28/08/2014