A Drummer's Arm

This is how the story goes
'Tween the four fellas playing bocce ball
When, suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck down
It was stunning, the way they separated
And all their atoms fell just like confetti

But somehow found their way up to heaven
Called the ghost out, our father
Spinning around and around
How captivating they wound about each other
Just like a little wedding

And the head specter said, "Please get yourselves together"
But the problem with the particles is, they can't remember
Who is who, am I you, or are there two of us together?
Or am I, am I me forever?

The one that was a part of Bob's hand said
"Understand I am done being held down by this man"
And then he ran
Last winter, I heard he was living in the windpipe
Of a famous opera singer

And another one fell down and found himself inside a cannon
Part of a daredevil's heart, no one's sure of where he landed
But the moment of the shot, the crowd all got the chills
I still swear I can feel it

And another's now a drummer's arm
They say he's out of work
And is now a little lonely, poorly store clerk
But I know he'll be back
Have you heard the way he used to hit the high hat?

He hit the high hat, hit the high hat
Hit the high hat, hit the high hat
Hit the high hat, hit the high hat
Hit the high hat, hit the high hat
Hit the high hat, hit the high hat
Hit the high hat, hit the high hat
Hit the high hat, hit the high hat
Hit the high hat