They fuck you up, your mum and dad

They may not mean to but they do

They fill you with the faults they had

And add some extra, just for you



But they were fucked up in their turn

By fools in old style hats and coats

Who half the time were soppy-stern

And half at one anothers throats



Man hands on misery to man

It deepens like a coastal shelf

Get out as early as you can

And don't have any kids yourself