Pete

Hey, buddy, throw in that old dead tape It's time to spark one up for Jer

Let's go biking in the mountains What we have on is what we'll wear

I let the tears roll down my face When I found out you were gone

I lit a candle in your place To all the good times that will come

You left behind a wife and family Like a soldier out at war

You gave the ultra-sacrifice man Heaven's angel, you did score

I let the tears roll down my face When I found out you were gone

I lit a candle in your place To all the good times that will come

So pop in Barton Hall for me I still have every tape you gave

I know it's late but we can see I'll throw some roses on your grave