Lyrics:
They Fuck You Up, Your Mum And Dadthey May Not Mean To But They Dothey Fill You With The Faults They Hadand Add Some Extra, Just For Youbut They Were Fucked Up In Their Turnby Fools In Old Style Hats And Coatswho Half The Time Were Soppy-Sternand Half At One Anothers Throatsman Hands On Misery To Manit Deepens Like A Coastal Shelfget Out As Early As You Canand Don't Have Any Kids Yourself