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Sigmund Freud's 115th Dream

from Trail Of Mars by John McDaid

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lyrics

We stuffed the evil Rat Man's parts
In the back of his limousine
As we watched the black-light CSI gang
Descending on the scene
He was just in rigor mortis
Not yet cool to touch
We were sure nobody we cared about
Was going to miss him much
He had shit on everyone we knew
From a cruel and distant height
And we yelled as we dumped his head in the Charles
Good luck, and good night



He was sure nobody's hero
He was vicious and he was mean
And we drank champagne as we hurled his brain
From the Rat Man's limousine


Me and Little Hans and the Wolf Man

And Dora, out on bail

Hit the Denny's in Fall River

Once we were sure we'd lost our tail

We laughed like twenty-somethings

As we ate our scrambled eggs

At how his screams had filled the icehouse

When we removed his legs

We riffed on lines from Manos

And Catcher in the Rye

And savored the advice on dismemberment

We got from that Saudi bone-saw guy



He was nasty, short, and brutish

With a mouth like a latrine

And we toasted his pain, like tears in rain

In the Rat Man's limousine

The sun was peeking up over the waves

When we made it to the Cape

Random chatter in the Twittersphere

Told us we'd made good our escape

I sat in the dunes with Dora

And we cuddled and made plans

While the Wolf Man skinny dipped in the surf
Washing the blood off Little Hans

For the first time in this century

It seemed things might turn out okay

And we held hands on the warming sand

With the courage to face the day



He poisoned everything he touched

Too good for the guillotine

And we watched the flames burn his last remains

In the Rat Man's limousine

credits

from Trail Of Mars, released October 2, 2020
Bass: Craig Akin
Drums: Eric Parker
Electric guitar: Jim Henry
Guitar, vocal: John McDaid

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Award-winning science fiction writer, freelance journalist, folk/filk singer-songwriter.

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