[Verse 1]
Back in the alley, Imma deal you quite a bit
You better get out the money for your dimebag
And then I'm gonna back away into my limousine
And then you're gonna go back to your old hag
And everything I'm saying might as well be known as truth
Because I've got something for you
It ain't gonna be pretty and it ain't gonna be nice
You'll be dazed and confused and you certainly won't think twice

[Chorus 1]
Suit yourself tonight
I don't want you to
Grab another feather, we'll be flying out together
I'll be doing what you do

[Verse 2]
Let me just get this through your big thick skull
I'm gonna say it right quick and then I'm gonna roll
Even through we aren't frollicing back in the past
That doesn't mean that it has to be the last
Memories are fading as memories do
However that doesn't mean that we have to
If nothing is what the past is
What's the point of doing this?