Jeffrey Michael Roxborough, I hope you know that I can't go
On in my life, without you by my side
If you died I would have cried and you'd have mocked my wussy eyes
From your drum stool in the street punk sky
That's just how I feel, my brother
I'd miss you like no other
You can't be replaced, so don't fuck up your face
We need that dirty smile around
Some sleep and drive, and some are still alive, but almost not you
And many others too
If you died from something so stupid
I don't know what I would do, you'd probably ruin food
That's just how I feel, my brother
They built you like no other
You can't be replaced, so don't fuck up your face
We need that dirty smile around
Seeing you recover makes me warm
Your dirty smile is back to norm
Hold strong, have fun, keep your fingers away from my bum
My love, my friend, don't die again