Lyrics Pretty Story - Nicholas Allbrook

When we′re all dead and gone and the new me is being born
And we're smashed against the rocks all sick and all forlorn
Don′t cry, don't worry, it'll make a pretty story, ah

He′s back with rage, ready to kill his lover′s lover
He's black with rage, ready to kill his lover′s lover
He's back with rage, ready to kill his lover′s lover
He's back with rage, ready to kill his lover′s lover

When our bodies are entwined and the last spark of love has shone
And the final dinner's cooked and dined, we sip the wine, look refined
Don't cry, don′t worry, it′ll make a pretty story, ah yeah

He's back with rage, ready to kill his lover′s lover
He's back with rage, ready to kill his lover′s lover

And if your (?) wayward night
(?)
(?) Shaking in our boots at the (?)
(?)
(?) Looking at me (?), tell me how does this all make you feel
(?) Don't cry, don′t worry, yeah, we'll don't cry, don′t worry, oh
He′s back with rage