When I was ten a way back I planned and hiked my great escape.
Out through the woods a neighborhood of carnivores I looked the bait.
I came across an elder man to which he had only one tooth,
He held a flask and dared to ask where the [bad word] [bad word] young nephew he said…

Woah I feel really bad for you!

Around eleven I went to heaven and made a deal for their mistake.
All drenched in blood I felt a tug and someone asking for my name.
My name is Pete, what’s with this sheet and who the [bad word] are all of you?
You cracked your head and should be dead but here’s a check from us to you and they say…

Woah I feel really bad for you!

Alright!

Poor Pete we’re sorry we hurt you!
Poor Pete we promise you that one day we’ll walk in your shoes.

Woah I feel really bad for you!