It’s a knife in my back When you left for Omaha You said you had to go see your mother Everyone knows that she’s been dead for years What’s a girl to do Without her leading man You carved your share right our of me I’ve got my battle scars Underneath all that flash You didn’t have the nerve to tell me straight Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye This is ironic All these years you were throwing knives at me And now this, here it is This is how it will end