My dreams are full of shoplifting and minor acts of defiance
My subconscious can’t stay out of jail for more than a week
I’ve been stickin’ it to the man every evening since 2003.
What type of a refuge is sleep,
When big brother peers at me from beneath my eyelids
And I’m always running from the po-lice?
The standard psychology text of the western world mislead us
No, Freud didn’t do it on purpose!
He couldn’t help but project his neuroses,
(It was a neurosis of his)
Instead of Freud I’m hoping Jung will do
Or maybe looking to aboriginal dreamtime would be of use?
My dreams are full of shoplifting and minor acts of defiance
My subconscious can’t stay out of jail for more than a week
I’ve been stickin’ it to the man every evening since 2003.
What type of a refuge is sleep,
When big brother peers at me from beneath my eyelids
And I’m always running from the po-lice?
You see, all I really want is a nice flying dream
My homies have them all the time
I need to find a way to save my subconscious from being subversive!
I’m tired of being singled out.
Lucid dreaming: great.
But what’s a poor girl to do once her metaphysical pockets are already full?
If I can’t keep my sleeping brain out of the big house,
Well, maybe I’m made up entirely of former felon’s, you know, their quarks.
Would that explain this slumberous anomaly?
The aborigines might answer that waking life isn’t the real thing.
My dreams are full of shoplifting and minor acts of defiance
My subconscious can’t stay out of jail for more than a week
I’ve been stickin’ it to the man every evening since 2003.
What type of refuge is sleep?
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