It s the End

That handsome old man spent his whole life fighting his father,
It always looked like something else.
And that one was a kgb officer. But in a painful whisper.
she fights her mother no matter what she does.
Oedipus' shadow stands in everyone's hallway.
Everyone. Are you hard of hearing?
Jimmy knew exactly what he was talking about.
That's the background.
Oh, they don't know what I'm talking about, that's nice.

You should have been clearer.
How could it be any clearer? When it says, “This is the end.”
And that's the beginning, isn't it, Jimmy?
No, Freud's jaw, we're not gonna have you in the company anyway.
You coined the term?
Doesn't bother anyone at all.
Besides, it's ancient Greek myths.
They're all outdated soul surrogate theories.
Sigmund's jaw, you argued with the church.
That's a serious ambition. Did you think we didn't notice that your shadow is exactly the outline of young Oedipus?

Mr. Whiskey, what in God's name is this?
I was just going to the store to get some bread.
Oedipus who?
You know what kind of bread? Don't smirk.
And we're not gonna have a petty argument with some computer keyboard, Ouija, really.
We're not that crazy.
And you must have a lot of classic complexes.
It's all very boring stuff.

I'm outta here. I need bread.
Of course tonight. When else?
Jimmy, you have hiccups because the right words are stuck in your throat.
I'm not criticizing at all, I'm not even a poet, I'm just going for bread.
You've kept me here for half an hour.
It's the end, it's always the beginning.

Ouija, I beg you, by all the saints and the Virgin Mary, really, what the hell here?