Our Mate Pete

We didn't do that much wrong
Me old man said 'be careful son'
Just kicking down the streets
There was me, Steve and our mate Pete

Climbing over walls
Sarah Jackson used to show it all
and we were just thirteen
We were mystified, with feasting eyes
But we were fucking keen

And that's where I learnt the ropes
and where Pete learnt all his dirty jokes
In Sarah's folk's backyard
We drank Cinzano mixed with 7Up
Our music was the charts

And though it only seems like yesterday
It was years ago we grew and moved away
And young hearts always say; they'll stay friends
We didn't know what time brings

We didn't that much right
We were guided by the chip shop light
We Three Musketeers
Through changes upon changes and the pounding of the years

We got told 'get employed'
A mechanic, a scholar and a solider boy
And Pete learnt to drive tanks
While Steve fixed cars and motorbikes
I studied for exams

The second desert war arrived
And Pete went off to battle and to try and stay alive
Then Pete's mum calls
She tells me he's not coming home and she cursed the fucking war

And though it only seems like yesterday
It was years ago we grew and moved away
And young hearts always say; they'll stay friends
We didn't know what time brings