Maybe it's not my place to say it, but maybe I'll say it anyway I don't understand the things you do, but I know just what I think of you Let's go back now... Think of the time you saw her fall You don't know her at all Think of the time you knew her well Well, I've got news for you, boy Drive on by Your time is coming Think of the time you beat her down And you smacked her around Think of the time you wouldn't stop Stop and listen to this, boy Your time is coming Don't look back now, don't even try Your cultured alibi just doesn't fly Don't you know how to fly, boy? Think of the air you cannot breathe when I whisper her name Think of just what I'm going to do when I get a hold of you, boy Your time is coming