We all become
what we most dislike
in this picket fence cartel
tell? there´s nothing left to tell

what have we become
cycle all over again
filled the shoes ´til i was ten
in front of the classroom
in front of my peers
that day will always be remembered
´cause it was etched in tears

daddy taught well
at the end of his belt

we all become
what we most dislike
the walk is too long and i´m tired
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
withold the expression
that i wasn´t allowed

daddy taught well
at the end of his belt