Daddy's on the porch, first pack's in the ashtray
It's fifteen past, class started right at eight
And Ms. 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
Screamin' that he's sorry like it's somethin' 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 passed out 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 his still shake

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