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