Текст The Airborne Toxic Event – It Doesn’t Mean A Thing

Well I never knew my mother
But I can’t say it was so bad
She was still a girl of seventeen on the night she met my dad
He was just six months out of Chino

And they’d sing and they’d sing and they’d sing
Like doves sleeping with broken wings
In a bed made for a king
It didn’t mean a thing

It was a shotgun forest wedding
But they forgot to bring the guns
They were too busy counting promises
To the 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 dancing with broken wings
With a view fit for a king
It didn’t mean a thing

There was a loneliness they would confess
Like the world had gone bad, I guess
So they’d hold hands looking to the eyes of God
They’d say «Tell me why’d you hide from us?
Why’d you fill this world with wickedness?
Why’d you spare us from your grace, but not the rod?»

Now my dad says, «Fuck the details,
Just keep your head down hard
You got to find yourself alone
Before you’ll find the eyes of God
You may be broke and scared and mad and tear