People are just people, at least, that’s what they say. People are just people, `least, til they get in my way. Then they’re just obstacles. A force to oppose. Just forcing their views, down everyone’s throats. And throwing it up, ain’t an option, my dear. On the brain’s written page: Every word that you hear. Nothing’s struck from the record, redacted or lost. Misplaced, may become, but recorded, it was… And supposing recordings that happen each day, I’m supposing that those people-just-people might want to watch what they say.