That Be the Verse

They fuck you up, your fucking kids,
Quite on purpose, cos it's cool.
They show you what a shit YOU were,
then put the boot in, just for YOU.

But they'll be fucked up in their turn,
By kids in baffling space-age garb,
who will not eat, who disappear,
who love them for their credit card.

You teach them how to toe the line,
to care, to love, create and spell.
But all your faults rub off on them
cos you're a fucking cunt as well.