The Bone is the Orbital Planet of the Nerve

(Wake up you lucky boy...)
You were chosen with such care when you were born
It's nineteen sixty-four!
You will volunteer to wear a uniform

The floor of the station cradles my life
I had a grip on him, had him picked from the corner of my...
eyes squeezed shut and I'd know him a mile away
And the smell! I recognize it well...

Smoke and whisky wrung him out
Dragged him down
Drove him from his home
He tries to kill me, just about blacking out
before he slams a full soda-glass bottle
down on my skull, down upon my skull
Seeping out a nineteen year-old recruit
all the blood meant for the...

War of nerve and bone - showing very limited attention spans
I've never been so lost and alone
The yolk of my youth slipping through their grimy hands

The doctors will bet on left or on right... side of my face is numb, like a line was drawn
Am I paralyzed?
One seizure a day keeps me in the game
Is this Hell?
I recognize it well...

Smoke and whisky wrung him out
Dragged him down
Drove him from his home
He tried to kill me and just about snuffed me out
when he slammed a full soda-glass bottle down on my skull.
Using all his might, leaving me to fight my own impossible war on the ground

Left me on the ground
Bleeding on the ground
Seeping out a nineteen year-old recruit
all the blood meant for the war!