IT doesn't mean A thing

I never knew my mother
I cant 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 theyd sing and theyd sing and theyd sing
Like doves sleeping with broken wings
In a bed fit for a king
It didnt 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 theyd sing and theyd sing and theyd sing
Like doves dancing with broken wings
With a view fit for a king
It didnt 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
Theyd say tell me whyd ya hide from us
Whyd ya fill the world with wickedness
Whyd ya spare us from the grace but not the rot
Now my dad says **** the details
Just keep your head down hard
Ya got to find yourself alone before youll 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 doesnt mean a thing