No music. No life.
They fuck you up, your mom 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-stylen 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.

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