You must've heard of them, a kind of screwed-up blend
Split personality
Two sides to fight and argue all night
over coffee or tea

Well, that's okay, I wouldn't mind, two say
or even three, and that's no joke
But with a four-way split, the pocket money's hit
And all of me is broke

I got four heads inside my mind
Four rooms I'd like to lie in
Four selves I want to find
And I don't know which one is me