Text: Mad Happy. Frankenprophecy. Phantasy.

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

(Thanks to Mike Kilmer for these lyrics)