Crass

Chorus: Mummy and daddy owned me till I could understand
At the end of my arm was my own fucking hand
In my head I had a brain that they filled up with lies
I didn't fucking need them with their love and family ties
Little children shouldn't speak until they're spoken to
Just another showpiece to show the neighbours who
Can produce the perfect babe with everything in place
God help you if you come out without an angel face
If you haven't got the looks that prove how nice you are
You'll have failed your duty and that's all you fucking are
You're just a status symbol that they need to have in life
Just the proof they need to be the perfect man and wife
Chorus
Like a fucking dustbin they fill you up with trash
Tell you all that life is, is working for some cash
Life's a competition and you've got to be the best
Tread on everybody else, forget about the rest