My tastes and habits are unusual;
I’m exotic and just a little odd.
I can chew a glass as if habitual
But I read Schiller without notes, by god.

There are two "I"s in me - like two poles of the planet.
Two different people, two sworn enemies:
When one plans an evening at the ballet,
The other one finds the races by degrees.

Yet I battle to suppress the cad inside me.
Oh what a tiresome fate I bear...
But I’m scared of a mistake that will divide me
If I suppress the wrong me of the pair!

When I open up the reaches of my soul, see -
In places where sincerity is blessed -
The waitresses serve me food and drink free
And the women freely give me their caress.

Well, all my ideals are shot to hell, yes -
I am angry, intolerant and rude!
I’m chewing glasses down; I’m in a right mess,
And Schillers on the floor for good.

Now the hearings on; they’re all agog, so
They want to both judge and prosecute.
It really wasn’t me who smashed the window
It was my second me - yes, that’s my suit!

Oh I beg you please don’t judge too strictly -
Give me time, I ask, but not a term.
As a spectator, I’ll attend the court politely;
As a visitor to prison, I affirm.

And I swear to you with true sincerity
I will triple my efforts; I’ll be fine.
I will battle my double personality,
And beat my second me, which is not mine.

 
 
 
 

I really won’t go on smashing windows
Or faces. Please record this - make a note.
I’ll reunite my separate halves soon, god knows.
I’ll have my double sick soul by the throat.

I’ll incarcerate, inter and entomb it.
I’ll purify, I’ll purge and I’ll expel.
This second me’s an alien; I’ve no room fit
No, this is not my second me, you can tell.