Woorden: Casket Lottery (The). Survival Is For Cowards. The Bridge.

Uncle jack, when I look back,
sent a lot down to me.
My mom would say we both seemed
to be the life of the party.
He was a picker, and a drinker.
He took one step over the edge.
A drinker, and he ended up with some debt I guess.
Nobody knows.
Nobody ever told what really happened.
The river was swollen when they found him in it,
and it rained all weekend on the bridge (leaving town).
This is how I see it,
this is not something I was told,
I envision it to be dark, wet, and cold.
If he jumped, or if he fell no one knows.
But I've got a different picture for each one of those.
I was a baby and we never really met,
it's really sad I guess.
He was a musician just like his nephew
and if he could have I would've wanted him to teach me.
But all I ever got from him, my uncle jack,
was his need to stop drinking