Songtext von Too Many People

I sometimes think that I'm too many people too many people, too many people I sometimes think that I'm too many people too many people, too many people at once The husband or the hedonist The businessman or the communist The artist or the showbiz creep The lover or the nervous geek The question of identity is one that's always haunted me Whoever I decide to be depends on who is with me I sometimes think that I'm too many people too many people, too many people I sometimes think that I'm too many people too many people, too many people at once The tactless twit putting his foot in it or the sensitive soul who's a role model The urban jet setter never at home or the country recluse, just leave me alone Extrovert or introvert Love is kind and love hurts Rebellion or conformity What is my identity? I sometimes think that I'm too many people too many people, too many people I sometimes think that I'm too many people too many people, too many people at once The intellectual and bon viveur or the naive simpleton so immature The devoted son and family man or the wicked uncle who doesn't give a damn How often these have tempted me The question of identity depends on what I'm meant to be I sometimes think that I'm too many people too many people, too many people I sometimes think that I'm too many people too many people, too many people at once