Close To the Bone

Christina knows a thing or two about sacrifice Ceaseless days, cold offices and numbers Checkin' catalogs for the remnant of a social life Eats her lunches at her desk, yet she's dying from hunger But there's a medal on her neck And should the overlords inspect, It stands as a reminder That there's at least one other martyr Who had a cross -- Maybe all's not lost She wears it close Close to the bone All her life been kept in line And she's been there all alone Corinne was never like other teenage girls A shaved head in a high school of mile-high hairdos Punk rock treated like a misfit in the disco world And those jocks and guidettes say whatever they care to But there's a secret near her breast To why she ain't like all the rest A terrible reminder That back at home there is a father Likes little games -- Oh what a cryin' shame She hides it close Close to the Bone All her life pushed out of line Disaffected and alone Move your hands out of the way And show your heart I see flickers of a soul Is how I know it's blowin' apart There's a war being waged inside Maybe protest or maybe it's pride Your personal reminder That everybody's a stranger Battling the world -- So don't sweat it, girl Hold it close Close to the Bone Nobody's life exists within lines Yours is not to be alone