Poor Pete

When I was ten a way back when 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 hell you running young nephew

And 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 hell are all of you?
You cracked your head and should be dead but here's a check from us to you

And they said...

Woah I feel really bad for you!

It's 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!