Bastard
I make decent money but I piss it all away
I've got debts I ought-ta pay instead I'm wasted everyday
But lord, don't tell my father 'cause I don't know what he'd say
He was a Christian in his day or at least he was on paper
But I'm a bastard baby, a bastard babe
And although I pray I cannot be saved
'Cause I'm a bastard baby, a bastard babe
And I'll say I'll change but I'll stay the same
I won't send you letters you won't read them anyway
You've got no patience today for the shit that I would say
You wed in February but the kid was born July
And it's no business of mine but I'm counting only five months
So he's a bastard baby, a bastard babe
And although you pray he cannot be saved
If he's a bastard baby, a bastard babe
Then the congregation won't speak his name
I ain't passing judgment 'cause like you I couldn't wait
For the little love I've made I don't regret it all today
But that might change tomorrow 'cause I fucked up yesterday
And there's a feeling I can't shake that a baby's on the way
Hey
Writer/s: Kenneth Paul Boothby, Paul Bernard Vroom
