THE CHAIN

I am the chain and I don’t know when

I was born, forg’d by one man’s hand,

I don’t remember the old past times

all the words on me ever said.

I’m just made of iron and steel

but my heart has neverendin’ life

every human being who sat on me

made me feel what he got in his soul

I heard lots of stories and tales

but one of those I’d like to tell

I’ve been built in a central little square

where all the fools of town waste their whole time

They meet and talk about childish dreams

wake up once in the morning and

find yourself out of all this shit

They can’t bear no longer a harsh existence

led by traditional and conformistic rules

they feel a way out and try to escape from

the entire eternity which lies behind their eyes

Hell is not so far and the God of all

is not but a mere illusion

Forgiveness is just kiddish stiff

You have to listen to me

‘cause I’m The Chain,

I am The Chain

Follow the lane

that leads to me.

Black men from the darkest places

strive to sell tou anything strangest

lights and shades and don’t know what else

If you say "square girls are pretty"

you’ll be right

Nobody can have’em freely

and no one can leave without dreams of them

rising shiny upon the skies of love

Some don’t know the world of passion

some don’t need one

some are young small or fat

that nobody can watch’em and sigh

Bishops and dolls joint together down the city hall

hung to me are rings which feel every kind of harden’d ass

nothing that happens is so aloof from me

but the only way of reaching your God

is climbing the pile and closing your eyes

there’s just a lonely heart, he’s singing

his fingers are picking giutars

all the people passing by the corner

give a sight, run away

but I’m ready to help the mankind

I’m here to tell you something

don’t forget to care for me

‘cause I’m The Chain,

I am The Chain

follow that lane

that leads to me

© The Chain 1991