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 another’s 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.