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
Tryin' his hardest to stay clean
When they'd sing and they'd sing and they'd sing
Like doves sleepin' with broken wings
In a bed fit for a king
It didn't mean a thing
It was a shotgun-forced wedding
And they forgot to bring the guns
They were busy countin' promises
To the children not yet born
No one could afford the ride
Everyone hitched up the one oh one
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
It didn't mean a thing
It was a lonliness they would confess
Like the world had gone bad, I guess
So they hold hands lookin' to the eyes of God
They say, "Tell me, why'd you hide from us?
Why'd you fill the world with wickedness?
Why'd you spare us from your grace but not the rod?"
Now my dad says, "Fuck the teachers,
Just keep your head down hide.
Gotta find yourself alone
before you'll find the eyes of God"
You may be broke and scared
And mad and tear at the flesh of your own heart's strings
But you were born to be a peasant not a king
So just stop actin' like you're runnin' form something
You're gonna leave the way you came without a thing
With you're heart tied to your mind tied to a string
You just sing and you sing and you sing
It doesn't mean a thing