Don’t Kid Yourself

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.

Get out as early as you can,

And don’t have any kids yourself.

Get out as early as you can,

And don’t have any kids yourself.

Get out as early as you can,

And don’t have any kids yourself.