Artist: At the Drive-In
Song: picket fence cartel
We all become what we most dislike
In this picket fence cartel
Tell, nothing left to tell
What have we become cycle all over again
I filled the shoes 'til I was ten
Front of the classroom, in front of my peers
That day will always be remembered
It was etched in tears
Daddy taught well at the end of his belt
Daddy taught well at the end of his belt
We all become what we most dislike
We all become what we most dislike
Tell, tell, there's nothing left to tell
What will I become when it's my turn again
Will it hurt me more than it hurts them
Scotch tape the volume of my mouth
Withhold the expression that I wasn't allowed
Daddy taught well at the end of his belt
Well, daddy taught well at the end of his belt
We all become what we most dislike
We all become what we most dislike
We all become what we most dislike
We all become what we most dislike
Daddy taught well at the end of his belt
I said, daddy taught well
Nothing left to tell
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, daddy taught well at the end of his belt
Daddy taught well at the end of his belt, come on
Tell, tell, nothing left to tell
We all become what we most dislike
We all become what we most dislike
We all become what we most dislike
We all become what we most dislike
