Today and tomorrow, and yesterday, too
The flowers are dyin like all things do
Follow me close
I'm going to Balian Bali
I'll lose my mind
If you don't come with me
I fuss with my hair
And I fight blood feuds
I contain multitudes
Got a tell-tale heart, like Mr. Poe
Got skeletons in the walls
Of people you know
I'll drink to the truth
And the things we said
I'll drink to the man
That shares your bed
I paint landscapes, and I paint nudes
I contain multitudes
Red Cadillac and a black mustache
Rings on my fingers
That sparkle and flash
Tell me, what's next?
What shall we do?
Half my soul, baby, belongs to you
I relic and I frolic
With all the young dudes
I contain multitudes
I'm just like Anne Frank
Like Indiana Jones
And them British bad boys
The Rolling Stones
I go right to the edge
I go right to the end
I go right where all things lost
Are made good again
I sing the songs of experience
Like William Blake
I have no apologies to make
Everything's flowing
All at the same time
I live on the boulevard of crime
I drive fast cars, and I eat fast foods
I contain multitudes
Pink petal-pushers, red blue jeans
All the pretty maids
And all the old queens
All the old queens
From all my past lives
I carry four pistols
And two large knives
I'm a man of contradictions
I'm a man of many moods
I contain multitudes
You greedy old wolf
I'll show you my heart
But not all of it
Only the hateful part
I'll sell you down the river
I'll put a price on your head
What more can I tell you?
I sleep with life and death
In the same bed
Get lost, madame, get up off my knee
Keep your mouth away from me
I'll keep the path open
The path in my mind
I'll see to it that there's
No love left behind
I'll play Beethoven's sonatas
And Chopin's preludes
I contain multitudes
