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

Don't Die Again

You Big Idiot