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