Picket Fence Cartel
At the Drive-In Lyrics
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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 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
Withhold the expression
That I wasn't allowed
Daddy taught well
At the end of his belt
At the Drive-In's song, Picket Fence Cartel, speaks on the cycle of abuse and the repercussions that follow. The lyrics convey a sense of resignation, as the singer reflects on the intergenerational trauma that has been inflicted upon them. The first line of the song, "We all become what we most dislike," sets the tone for the rest of the song. The singer is acknowledging that they have become the very thing that they feared and despised, as a result of their upbringing. The picket fence cartel, a reference to suburban life and conformity, is also representative of the societal norms that dictate how we should behave, suppressing the very essence of who we are.
The second verse of the song is particularly poignant, as the singer reflects on their childhood. They had to fill the shoes of their father, who was a teacher, and perform in front of their peers, all while being subjected to abuse at home. The line, "Daddy taught well at the end of his belt," is a painful reminder of the physical abuse that the singer had to endure. The song is an honest portrayal of the effects of abuse, how it perpetuates itself over generations, and how it can leave a lasting mark.
Line by Line Meaning
We all become
As we grow up, it seems that we become exactly what we dislike the most in life
What we most dislike
The very things that we despise in others often become a part of our own personality
In this picket fence cartel
We are trapped in a world of conformity and social expectations
Tell? There's nothing left to tell
We are tired of pretending to be something we are not and have nothing more to say
What have we become
We have repeated the same patterns of behavior and are stuck in a never-ending cycle
Cycle all over again
We continue to make the same mistakes, reliving the same experiences repeatedly
Filled the shoes 'til I was ten
We adopt roles and expectations from a young age, often before we fully understand them
In front of the classroom
We are constantly being judged by others and are expected to perform to a certain level
In front of my peers
Our social group and their opinions play a critical role in shaping our identity and behavior
That day will always be remembered
There are certain moments in our lives that have a profound impact on us
'Cause it was etched in tears
Our emotions and experiences become etched in our memories, sometimes leaving lasting scars
Daddy taught well
Our parents and caregivers have a significant influence on our behavior and beliefs
At the end of his belt
Punishment, both physical and emotional, is often used as a means of shaping behavior and enforcing discipline
The walk is too long and I'm tired
We are exhausted from pretending to be someone we are not and are tired of living up to other people's expectations
What will I become
We wonder what kind of person we will become and whether we will be able to break free from the limitations of our past
When it's my turn again
We know that we will inevitably be faced with similar situations and challenges in the future
Will it hurt me more than it hurts them
We question whether we are doing harm to ourselves by trying to meet the expectations of others
Scotch tape the volume of my mouth
We feel like we are not allowed to speak our minds or express ourselves freely
Withhold the expression
We keep our thoughts and feelings bottled up inside to avoid conflict or negative consequences
That I wasn't allowed
We feel like our true selves and our desires have been suppressed and ignored
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: BENJAMIN RODRIGUEZ, CEDRIC BIXLER, OMAR RODRIGUEZ, PABLO HINOJOS, TONY HAJJAR
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
DARKER
This song is too real. Brings me peace
Fena Almassio
este tema te vuela la capochaaa!!! :D
Yorkshire Neil
Too visceral for most! Just brilliant
Juan Mercado
This song is so good
Iron Lung
Have u heard plastic memories by at the drive in
Ronald Hill
ATDI is definitely an acquired taste but I love their music!!
Trenton Too Tall
That's good stuff :)
21350ctw
La vida es temporal
Helium Road
We all become what we most dislike
ConManRon
tell tell there's nothing left to telllll