Daddy's on the porch first, packs in the ashtray
It's fifteen past, class started right at eight
And Miss Johnson knows why I'm not there
All that's in the fridge is wonder bread and mayonnaise
Wonder if he knows Saturday's my birthday Even if he did,
he wouldn't care
Wasn't coke in his Sonic Cup
Never knew him, never drunk
It's kinda sad when your hero's
face down in his Cheerios
I know which footsteps mean I gotta lock the door Screaming
that he's sorry like it's something I ain't heard before
I know when to put a shot in his coffee
I should've been a kid, but he robbed me
Wasn't coke in his Sonic Cup
Never knew him,
never drunk It's kinda sad when your hero's
face down
in his Cheerios Had to grow up way too fast
Take a school bus from hell and back I wanna be mad,
but then he goes
Face
down in his Cheerios
And
for sixteen years, he'd pass out on the couch
So I put him to bed and I picked up the house And
I wish I could say that he's clean and he's changed
But I washed my hands and he's still ashamed
Wasn't coke in his Sonic Cup Never knew him,
never drunk
It's kinda sad when your hero's face down in his Cheerios