Once You Understand Lyrics

Things get a little easier

Once you understand

Things get a little easier

Once you understand...

I'll be expecting you to

Get a haircut by Friday

(Forget it, Dad)

(That won't change anything)

Forget nothing, you'll do as I say

As long as you're living in my house

He knows I'm not feeling well

And yet he doesn't take one

Second out to help his mother

His only concern is for himself

(Come on, Ma)

(What do you want from me)

Don't argue with your mother

Just shut up and listen

But, Mom, all my

Friends will be there

(I said, no, you can't go)

But why

(I don't want you

In that neighborhood)

Why, what's wrong

With that neighborhood

(I don't like the kind of

People living there)

Why, what's wrong with them

(Nevermind)

(Some day, you'll thank me)

Are you sure no one kept you

Company tonight while

You were babysitting

(What's that supposed to mean)

Just curious

(Admit it, Mom, you don't trust me)

Where are you going now

(To my friend's house)

Don't you have things
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To do in the house

Don't you have any homework

Why don't you sit down

And read a book (oh, ma)

Don't oh, Ma, me

You're wasting your life

Away with the foolish things

(What are you talking about

How about your bridge club

And your ladies groups

And your parties and

Your daytime programs

What about all that)

That's different

Ma, I'll be home at eleven

(You better be home at ten or

Don't bother to come home at all)

When I was your age

I was working twelve hours a day

Six days a week helping to pay

For the food and the rent

(I don't understand, what's

That got to do with me)

If you can't figure that out

For yourself, you're stupid

Hey, Dad

Did you see my new guitar

I joined a group

(Son, there's a little bit more

To life than joining a group

And playing the guitar)

Yeah, Dad, what is there to life

Mister Cook (yes)

You have a son named Robert

Robert Cook, age seventeen (yes)

I'm sorry, Mister Cook

You better come down

To the station house

You son is dead (dead, how)

He died of an overdose (oh, God)