(Things get a little easier, once you understand) [repeated in background over and over and over until the end of the song] [spoken dialog] [Dad] I'll be expecting you to get a haircut by Friday [Boy] Forget it dad, that won't change anything [Dad] Forget, nothing, you'll do as I say as long as you are living in my house! [Mom] He knows I'm not feeling well And yet he doesn't take out one second out to help his mother His only concern is for himself [Boy] Come on ma, what do you want from me? [Dad] Don't argue with your mother, just shut up and listen! [Girl] But mom, all my friends will be there [Mom] I said no, you can't go [Girl] But why? [Mom] I don't want you in that neighborhood? [Girl] Why, what's wrong with that neighborhood? [Mom] I don't like the kind of people living there [Girl] What's wrong with them? [Mom] Never mind, some day you will thank me [Mom] Are you sure no one kept you company tonight while you were baby sitting? [Girl] What's that supposed to mean? [Mom] Just curious [Girl] Admit it mom, you don't trust me [Mom] Where are you going now [Son] To my friend's house [Mom] Don't you have things to do in the house? Don't you have any homework? Why don't you sit down and read a book? [Son] Oh ma [Mom] Don't 'oh ma' me You're wasting your life away with foolish things [Son] What are you talking about? How about your bridge club and your ladies groups? And your parties and your daytime programs? How about all that? [Mom] That's different [Girl] Ma, I'll be home at 11 [Mom] You better be home at 10 or don't bother to come home at all [Dad] When I was your age, I was working 12 hours a day 6 days a week helping to pay for the food and the rent [Son] I don't understand, what's that got to do with me? [Dad] If you can't figure that out for yourself, you're stupid! [Boy] Hey dad, did you see my new guitar, I joined a group [Dad] Son, there's a little bit more to life than joining a group and playing a guitar [Boy] Yeah dad, what is there to life (life, life) [Music and background singing stop] [Police officer] Mr Cook? [Dad] Yes [Police officer] Do you have a son named Robin, Robin Cook aged 17? [Dad] Yes [Police officer] I'm sorry Mr Cook, you better come down to the station house Your son is dead [Dad] Dead? How? [Police officer] He died of a overdose [Dad] Oh my god [crying] (Things get a little easier, once you understand) (Things get a little easier, once you understand) (Things get a little easier, once you understand)