Thursday lyrics

(Street sounds; door opens; sounds of television, baby crying and Mother
In the kitchen)

MOTHER: Eh, back so soon? You know, don't you have a decent pair of pants
You can put on? You look like a...a PIG walking in the street! Your hands
Your face-filthy! You disgust me! I can't believe you live in this house!
You repulse me. I want to throw up! (Phone rings) Goddamn kids!

(Door opens and closes)

MOTHER: Right! Slam the door again on me! You know, you're just like your
Father! (Voice becomes muffled; sound of answering machine tape rewinding)

BOSS: Yeah, I'm callin' 'em now...Hello? Hello? Pick up the phone! Where
The f*ck are you? What's the matter, you just decided not to come to work
Today? What the f*ck is wrong with you? Ya f*ckin' lowlife! Hey, you know
What? Don't even bother coming in anymore. I've had enough with you and
Your sh*t. That's it, you're fired. You understand me? Fired. Don't come
Back here, f*ck you, and goodbye. (Silence on machine; sound of cigarette
Lighter; beep)

MRS. GLICKER: Hello, this is Mrs. Glicker. I'm calling to reach you about
To let you know, that, uh, you, you're not graduating this year because
You are failing two subjects and I need to see you as soon as possible. Be
In my office on Monday at 8:30 a.m., promptly, and we'll discuss this
Matter further. Thank you. Bye. (Phone hangs up; silence; beep; shuts off
Machine)