I never knew my mother I can't say it was 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 And they'd sing and they'd sing and they'd sing Like doves sleeping with broken wings In a bed fit for a king It didn't mean a thing It was shot gun forest wedding And they forgot to bring the gun As they were busy counting promises To the children not yet born No one could afford the ride Everyone hitched up with the 101 And they'd sing and they'd sing and they'd sing Like doves dancing with broken wings With a view fit for a king It didn't mean a thing It was a loneliness They would confess Like the world had gone bad I guess So they hold hands and look into the eyes of god They'd say tell me why'd ya hide from us Why'd ya fill the world with wickedness Why'd ya spare us from the grace but not the rot Now my dad says fuck the details Just keep your head down hard Ya got to find yourself alone before you'll find the eyes of God You make broke and scared and out of jail Out the flesh of your own heartstrings But you were born to be a peasant not a king So just stop acting like your running from something Ya gonna leave the way you came without a thing With your heart tattooed and your mind tied to a string You just sing and you sing and you sing It doesn't mean a thing Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com