Don’t Deny Your Inner Child The Dead Milkmen

There are others, and then there is myself

I must learn to distinguish the others from myself
They are separate people, with different personalities
They might not like the things I like
They might not eat the same food
Or they might not want to go to the places where I want to go

There are others, and then there is myself

There are men, and there are women
Often they don't get along
I must try to get along with everyone
No matter how stupid they might be
Or how asinine their opinions are
I must learn to love everybody
Even people who are so obviously inferior to me
That they make my flesh crawl
I will get to know these people
And I will cook them a ravioli dinner
From a can I found, in Mexico City

There are others, and then there is myself

I believe in the power of the human soul
I believe that the government is in control
I believe there's a Heaven up in the sky
I believe that my neighbours are human spies