"Yeah now, listen, this is tragic, well, just Fiction, feel the magic" First thrown in, then pulled out, life's a lottery, no doubt, if this spin will get a break, no chance for a second take. (Ye-heah, just no second take). Not far from my parental home, (north direction, to the right), a graveyard with three tombstones, all Brothers (mother's pride). Each very End came unexpected, (On Expressway all just died), I'm still wonderin' , what it meant, each time preparing for this ride. Brother One, let's call him Pete, steered his car into a trench, became one then with his seat, that's the stone near by the bench. Was the youngest, after me, (and startup to this tragedy). First thrown in, then pulled out, life's a lottery, no doubt, if this spin will get a break, no chance for a second take. (Ye-heah, just no second take). Number Two, my brother Bill, went out for a walk one day, just for pleasure and to chill, keeping all bad thoughts away. Clouds occuring while the hike, sudden hit by lightnin' strike. First thrown in, then pulled out, life's a lottery, no doubt, if this spin will get a break, no chance for a second take. (Ye-heah, just no second take). Last one in this deadly row, was my oldest brother joe, always wildest of them all, free climb at the chinese wall, found in the pool, right after dinner, poisend from a broken skimmer. First thrown in, then pulled out, life's a lottery, no doubt, if this spin will get a break, no chance for a second take. (Oh-yeah, just no second take). Yeah now, that's the tragic story, grateful it's not after me. Hope the Blizzard's got delay, so i'll be home safe for tea.
