They fuck you up with social cap.
They may not mean to but they do.
They fill you up with faults on tap
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in rational hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.
Man hands on social cap to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any for yourself.