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 cla*sroom, 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