Tremor/Dark Thing Remix

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