I have all these different people inside And non if them ar really satisfied So many lines they will say So many parts they will have to play - oh lord ! Some of us are happy, some of us are sad Some of us are geniuses, and some of us are mad Some of us are righteous and some of us in sin Some are what you think they areand some are just pretending Well it's me, myself, and I And some of us we can't identify They've so many stories to make So many roads they will have to take Some of us are happy-some of us are sad Some of us are geniuses, and some of us are mad Some of us are righteous and some of us in sin Some are what you think they are And some are just pretending