Well I never knew my mother But I can't say that that's so bad. She was still a girl of seventeen The night she met my dad. He was just six months out of chino Trying his hardest to stay clean. When they'd sing, and they'd sing, and they'd sing Like doves sleepin with broken wings With a bed fit for a king 'It didn't mean a thing' It was a shotgun forest wedding They forgot to bring the guns. They were too busy counting promises To children not yet born. No one could afford the ride They just hitched up the 101 And they'd sing, and they'd sing, and they'd sing Like doves dancin with broken wings With a view fit for a king 'I should have been sleeping in the sun' And there was a loneliness, they would confess Like the world had just gone bad I guess. And they'd hold hands looking into the eyes of god. And they'd say tell me why you hide from us Why you filled us with such wickedness Why you spared us from your grace But not the rod. Now my dad said fuck the details You just keep your head down, hide You gotta find yourself alone before you find the eyes of God You may be broken scared and mattered Tear at the flesh of your my hearts strings You were born to be a peasant not a king So just stop acting like you were running from something Ya gonna leave the way ya came without a thing With your heart tied to your mind tied to a string And they'd just sing, and they'd sing, and they'd sing 'It doesn't mean a thing' LyricsFreak