friday lyrics

(street sounds; door opens and closes; sounds of baby crying and television)

Mother: that's right! that's all you do, just sit in front of the tv!
Father: hey, don't break my balls, shut up already!
Mother: you're not gonna help! I gotta deal with your kids and that loser son of yours...
Father: I work hard all day and I gotta deal with your shit! (sound of glass breaking)
Mother: what do you fuckin' think you're doing? what are you doing? !
Father: how do you like that? !
Mother: what do you think you're doing?
Father: how do you like that? !
Mother: you fucking animal!
Father: I told you to shut the hell up!
Mother: don't you ruin my kitchen! I'm sick of this! I want out! I want out!
Father: get the fuck outta here!
Mother: I can't stand this! you and your lousy fucking kids!
Father: hey, how do you like that you bitch? (more glass breaking)
Mother: don't you destroy my kitchen!
Father: hey, I'll destroy your world!
Mother: fuck you! you piece of shit! now get out of here you pig!
Father: yeah, get outta here...you!
Mother: you and your fucking loser son! (door slams) I'm outta here! i'm
Not dealing with nothing anymore! you piece of shit! I want out! I want out!

(kid breathes heavily; turns on stereo)

Mother: get outta here! get outta here! I can't take this anymore!!

(sound of bathroom door opening and closing; bathtub water turned on)

Mother: I want you outta here! right this minute! I gotta use the
Bathroom! whatta you doin' in there? ! you goin' through my makeup? it's my
Bathroom, I gotta use it! don't touch my tampons! it's my bathroom, I work
Hard to keep it clean, I can use it whenever I want!

(sound of kid slitting wrists; brief cry of pain)

Mother: it's my bathroom!

(sound of blood dripping into the bathtub; door opens)

Mother: oh, oh, oh my god! oh jesus christ! no! nooooooooo!!!!!!!! ooooh myyyy gooood!!!!

(dripping continues)