Good Child

I got a good child who stays in his room all day
He's so quiet maybe he's thinking of something to say
Don't think I'll ask 'cause I think it's nice
And I won't give him any of my life advice
'Cause it's me and good child livin' in paradise

I got a good child I don't care what he does
Never once asked him how his day really was
My child's so good because he's quiet and short
And he never asks me about child support
He's such a good child I'm glad I didn't abort

I got a good child he's so good he don't need me
I can never tell when he's sad, glad, or angry
I can't be concerned with what he's feeling inside
But it pisses me off when he comes home fried
'Cause if my good child goes bad, at least I tried

I got a good child who's always in his bed
Heard a thud, saw some blood, now good child's dead
I guess I should've showed that I could be kind
And I should've asked what was on his mind
But now my good child's out of sight and out of mind

Good child
Good child
Good child