I'm One Of Those People You Hate

There's A Constant Chatter In Our House, Whether It's Giggling Or Screaming Or Crying Or Banging. I Love It. I Love It. I Love It. I Hate It When They're Gone. I Hate It. Maybe It's Nice To Be In A Hotel Room For A Day - 'oh, Nice, I Can Finally Read A Paper.' But Then, By The Next Day, I Miss That Cacophony, All That Life.

Man, When I'm Riding With The Helmet On, I'm Invisible. And People Just Deal With Me As The Guy On The Bike... It Gives You A Chance To Read 'em.

I Was Very Curious About The World Even At A Young Age, And I Don't Know At What Point I Became Aware That Other Cultures Believed In Different Religions, And My Question Was, 'well, Why Don't They Get To Go To Heaven Then?'

It May Be A Brief Interruption - Just A Few Seconds - But What If Someone Sitting Near You Is Trying To Make A Decent Bootleg? Did You Ever Think Of That? Now All Those Street-corner Copies Are Permanently Defiled By Your So-called 'emergency.' Don't Be So Damn Selfish.

My Family Worry For Me Because I'm Gonna Burn In An Eternal Pit Of Fire.