Fallout of night approaches

I saw a bright light on the horizon

I could have sworn it was late

I guess my bearings are wrong

Three years gone these days

I'm feeling rather ill

Those planes brought bad luck

I'll take my painkillers via pill

Four years gone my stomach hurts

My doctor said to get some rest

Somebody told me "Not enough"

I'll take a couple more pills

Eight years gone I'm screaming

The pain is far too great for me

I'm told that other friends are dead

What do I care?  Woe is me

Ten more days my heart has stopped

Still screaming because of the hurt

Eternity's a big price to pay

For a weekend trip to Nagasaki