Mouldy Bread

You made the big kids cry
They were sad to see you die
You made the grown-ups sad
They told me you went bad
...
Like mouldy bread.

They found you drunk on the gutterside
Passed out at the bar with your martini glass
I ask them why you slur like that
They say because you've drunk too much
And I don't get it
'cuz I drink sodas all the time
Isn't that what the fizz is in your bottle?

They say it's something called alcohol
I've tried some, it tastes nasty
I don't get why you like it so much
If it makes you mean like that
'cuz you hit me
Did you know that?
You forget everything come dawn
And I don't wanna tell you that you've been bad
...
Like mouldy bread.

They took you home
And you threw up
They held your head over the toilet rim
Then you passed out
On the living room couch
And I sat next to you, waiting
Because you promised me a bed-time story tonight

Everyday of the week, it's like that
I play with crayons, like every other kid
But I don't wanna
'cuz they look like your bottles
And the day-care ladies murmur behind my back
I don't ask why
I hear them say that you've been bad
...
Like mouldy bread.

You warn me not to tell anyone
I don't, but they know anyway
You tell me that they'll take me away
Why?
Because you've been bad
...
Like mouldy bread.

Every other kid will beg for cookies
They ask Santa for lots of toys
I beg for you to stop drinking your beer
Because they tell me that's what makes you bad
That's all I want for Christmas, I told Santa
Why do you always drink that stuff?
Why do you want to be bad like that?
Is it because I'm not the perfect kid?
I've tried to be good, I really have.
But maybe my best isn't good enough
Maybe I've unknowingly always been bad
...
Like mouldy bread.