Chain Of Pain
Words by Larry Mofle & Robert Couch
Music By Larry Mofle


G                                   Em
Johnny took the first snort off his pearl-handled knife
G                                 Em
Laid back and wasted, he gave the rest to his wife
C                                    Am
Stella danced at the Kitty Katt on a sticky tabletop stage
         C                             D
Till the boss gave her shift away to a b***h that was underage


Johnny kept his stash hidden in an old tin can of Folger's
Down in some box his boy put Legos and toy soldiers
Motorbikes at midnight, they pulled up in a blaze of noise
Johnny’s son woke up to find shadows tearing through his toys

Chorus:
C          D        G
And it's a chain of pain
C         D               G          
That they feel but cannot see
C             D      G  G/F# Em
And most will try in va-—ai--ain
C         D              G     Em    G    Em
All their lives to break free


Heart rate of a hummingbird, his face glazed with cold sweat
John could see the angry face of the man he won’t forget
How little John loved his dad till he drank that Thunderbird
And Johnny heard his Ma getting hit but he feared to say a word

Stella thought back to bein’ pregnant, she'd stay home, feelin’ sick
Half drunk she could hardly feel her conscience or baby kick
She thought of when her dad left them, her mom had to hook and drink
Fathers, kids, and mothers, one life, they’re all linked

Chorus

Roomful of strangers and broken toys all on the floor
It took Johnny awhile to hear the pounding at the door
As the cops took John and Stella , they wondered who turned them in
While a young boy watched them go in tears but he knew it was up to him 

Chorus

(c)2003 Robert George & Larry Mofle