Uncle Chainweaver

You threw it so far behind the mountain that I was never found
How does my chain keep getting torn?
Oh, Uncle Chainweaver, It’s a shame, Uncle Chainweaver

Dad doesn’t bring anything for me anymore
With what voice do you want me to cry for you?
Oh, Uncle Chainweaver, It’s a shame, Uncle Chainweaver

Yea, I spent my youth in those days
Do you remember?
Yea, I spent my childhood in that alley against that wall
Yea, uncle, these days I’m just always smoking

Yea, I spent my youth in those days
Do you remember?
Yea, I spent my childhood in that alley against that wall
Yea, uncle, these days I’m just always smoking

When I closed my eyes, everyone hid
I had no one to fall in love with
You saw, uncle, what the world did to me
It’s not important anymore who brought what

The carousel1 tore my football
If I could redo those days, the world would turn out differently for me
The stones of Seven Stones2 all fell on my head

Yea, I spent my youth in those days
Do you remember?
Yea, I spent my childhood in that alley against that wall
Yea, uncle, these days I’m just always smoking

Yea, I spent my youth in those days
Do you remember?
Yea, I spent my childhood in that alley against that wall
Yea, uncle, these days I’m just always smoking