Bless my brother hiding in the dustbin I went out to the trees just spoken to the breeze I said you've gone, you've gone to the dustbin All over the place I said murder I said how could you get talking discipline Because it don't mean, it don't mean a thing You think yourself so aware, so out of the ordinary But it don't, it don't, it don't mean a thing And the only thing you ever believe Bless my brother hiding in the dustbin 'Cause everything I do I don't know spoken dreams I said you've got to be good, I said you've got to be good I've got to watch catch your step all over him A deadly poison I'm covered in the, in the right decisions Outrageous remarks I said fall into misery Because they don't, they don't, they don't mean a thing They don't, they don't, they don't mean a thingOther Wolfgang Press songs