His name is Peter O’Hayes, look At the pretty boy’s face –a lad for the ladies.
He comes here once in a while with that secretive smile, he’s a restless soul.

Only the girls can tell, how brazen charm and spell settled down in the woods.
Where is the wicked place in which they fell from grace?

“Tonight let me be the one oh Pretty Face”

God damn you Pete you made it all happen,
Of all the wishes only darkest come true,
Songs you wrote about desire and death,
(Still) Reverberate all across the state…

God damn you Pete you give us the creeps lad,
Who are the men who want you dead or alive?
It’s not a joke U just pick up the phone,
You are not alone, there’s a way back home!

His name is Peter O’Hayes he’s seen better days – now he’s down in the dumps.
Immersing in the sounds, pensively on his rounds by the riverside.

Sitting down by the bar he likes to brag about the scars – said he got in the east.
He feels like showing his tricks, five finger fillet for kicks.

“Tonight let me be the one oh Pretty Face”

God damn you Pete tell me what happened!
What was the reason why we drifted apart?
Why don’t you look me right in the eye,
It has been a while since you’re in exile.

God damn you Pete you give us the creeps lad
Who are the men who want you dead or alive?
It’s not a joke U just pick up the phone
You are not alone, there’s a way back home

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