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