Schrodinger's Larkin

They eff you up, your Mum and Dad, At least that's what we're told, All your Dad's genes are hand-me-downs, Your anger, spawn of old, It's not your fault you can't fly straight, it's not your fault you fail. I'll blame it on my Ma and Pa, It's the reason I travail, I've got no money - oh screw you Mum! - Why wasn't I brought up wealthy? I smoke ten a day - oh screw you Dad! -Feel guilt 'cos I'm not healthy. I've broke up with my seventh wife, It seems I can't commit, I no longer see my children, WHY CAN'T YOU DO YOUR BIT? I sit here in my bedsit, my doorbell never rung, Nobody wants to speak to me, I was curbed when I was young, They eff you up, your Mum and Dad, the pain is all their fault, I blame it on your DNA, the reason I assault. I loop the rope up to the roof, the noose rests on my knee, And then a flash of clarity - it wasn't you, it's me! So sorry Mum, and sorry, Dad, It's my fault that I'm done, Your better off without me, but I'm glad I was your son.