They fuck you up, your mum and dad
They do 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 time
By folks in old style hats and coats
Who half the time were soppy stern
And half at each other's throats
Man hands on misery to man
It builds up like the coastal shelf
Get out as early as you can
And don't have any kids yourself

- Philip Larkin, "They Fuck You Up"