You know it's so hard to be in love with somebody

It's so hard to be in love with somebody that don't love you
And it carries a heavy burden on your heart

To know that the someone you love is in love with your very best friend
When somebody else is rocking your cradle

Better than you can rock your cradle yourself

There's only one thing left in this world for you to do
Turn around, pack your clothes, walk slowly out the door.

Look over your left shoulder, hang your head and sing..

If you ever think about me if I ever cross your mind

Girl if you ever think about me pretty baby

If I ever cross your mind.
Well, you know you know I'm yours and I.. I know you're mine.

I'm so overcome with grief I wanna hear a Fearless Phil guitar solo.
It goes like this..

Then you can't stand it no more, you go on downtown to the pawn shop.
And when I'm talking about pawn shop, I'm talkin' about a P.A.W.N shop
And not the kind of shop that you dirty buggers go into.
Which I went into earlier on this afternoon.
There was a very nice book entitled Big Thomas Goes Camping In Copenhagen very nice it was.
...and The Day That King Henry Got His Hampton Court caught very very nice.
You go into the pawn shop and you buy yourself a pistol
..and then you make it out on the scene
where your loved one and your best friend are now together.
You run up the stairs
Run up the stairs, Chris!

That's Chris running up the stairs. He lives in a very, very tall house.
..and you bust down the door. Bust down the door, Chris!

A very big rough door.
And there is your loved one and your best friend at it, humping and pumping, like hammer and tongs, at it like a dog and a cat (eh?) in and out, the old in and out, the old one two three.

This really makes you blow your top, and you say What the heck are you two doing?
And she looks at him and says There you are! I told you he was stupid.
This really makes you blow your top
And you draw your pistol to your heart, and you shoot him

And you shoot your baby.
Ooh it is a violent song this, isn't it?
And realizing what you've done

You say, baby, please forgive me
 I'm sorry
And with her last dying breath

She looks up at you and says
Do do do do, whoa, oh
Why'd you break my heart?
Why'd you break my heart in three places?
I mean them sheets and pillers torn to pieces,
I'm feeling bad baby,
I've got them walls, them walls, them walls all drippin' red.
I shot the silvery moonlight clean through her bald head.