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