Today, and tomorrow, and yesterday, too
The flowers are dyin' like all things do
Follow me close, I’m going to Bally-na-Lee
I'll lose my mind if you don't come with me
Today, and tomorrow, and yesterday, too
The flowers are dyin' like all things do
Follow me close, I’m going to Bally-na-Lee
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
A 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 rollick 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 a boulevard of crime
I drive fast cars, and I eat fast foods
I contain multitudes
Pink pedal-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
Danas i sutra, a jučer, previše
Cvjetovi su Umiranje kao i sve stvari raditi
Slijedite me blizu, idem Bally-na-Lee
Ja ću izgubiti moj um ako ne dođe sa mnom
Ja puno buke s moje kose, a ja sam se boriti krvne osvete
I ima mnoštvo
Dobio tužibaba srce poput gospodina Poa
Imaš kostura u zidovima ljudi koje poznajete
Popit ću u istini i ono što smo rekli
Ja ću piti s čovjekom koji dijeli svoj krevet
Ja slikam pejzaže i slikam aktove
I ima mnoštvo
Crvena Cadillac i crne brkove
Prstenje na prstima Svjetlucavi i bljeskalice
Reci mi, što je sljedeće? Što nam je činiti, što da uradimo?
Pola duša moja, dijete, pripada vama
Ja veseliti i ja veseliti sa svim mladim dudes
I ima mnoštvo
Ja sam baš kao i Anne Frank, kao Indiana Jones
Te ih Britanski zločesti dečki, The Rolling Stones
Idem pravo na rubu, idem do samog kraja
Idem tamo gdje je sve izgubili su dobro opet
Pjevam pjesme iskustva poput Williama Blakea
Nemam isprike kako bi
Sve je teče sve u isto vrijeme
Ja živim na bulevar kriminala
Vozim brze automobile, a jedem brzu hranu
I ima mnoštvo
Pink pedalama za guranje, crvene traperice
Sve lijepe djevojke, kao i sve stare kraljice
Sve stare kraljice iz svih mojih prošlih života
Nosim četiri pištolja i dvije velike noževe
Ja sam muškarac kontradikcija, ja sam čovjek mnogih raspoloženja
I ima mnoštvo
Ti pohlepni stari vuk, ja ću vam pokazati moje srce
Ali ne sve, samo odvratni dio
Ja ću vam prodati niz rijeku, ja ću staviti cijenu na glavi
Što još mogu reći? Spavam sa životom i smrću u istom krevetu
Gubi se, madame, ustati s koljena
Držite usta daleko od mene
Ja ću zadržati otvoren put, put u mojoj glavi
Ja ću se pobrinuti za to da ne postoji ljubav ostavljeni
Igrat ću Beethovenove sonate, i Chopin je preludija
I ima mnoštvo