Anne Clark This Be The Verse
They f..ck 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 f..cked 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
