That Ain't Right
(Jon McElroy/Billy Crain)
I hear you complaining about the state of things,
Wondering why we can抰 stay the same.
You don抰 wanna be changing, but you don抰 stop to change.
You just sit around, looking for someone to blame.
That ain抰 right; that ain抰 right.
Hiding out in the gray, between the black and the white.
Don抰 make sense.
Sitting on the fence, just watching the fight
That ain抰 right.
You say you wanna go back to the good ole days,
When you didn抰 think twice about the choices you made.
You could state your opinion, but now you抮e too afraid.
You hope all the bad stuff just goes away.
That ain抰 right; that ain抰 right.
Hiding out in the gray, between the black and the white.
Don抰 make sense.
Sitting on the fence, just watching the fight
That ain抰 right.
Movers and shakers; givers and takers
All got something worth fighting for.
The rest just get by; they don抰 speak their mind.
They just follow the crowd right out the door.
That ain抰 right; that ain抰 right.
Hiding out in the gray, between the black and the white.
Don抰 make sense.
Sitting on the fence, just watching the fight
That ain抰 right.
That ain抰 right.
Oh, that ain抰 right.
I hear you complaining about the state of things,
Wondering why we can抰 stay the same.
You don抰 wanna be changing, but you don抰 stop to change.
You just sit around, looking for someone to blame.
That ain抰 right; that ain抰 right.
Hiding out in the gray, between the black and the white.
Don抰 make sense.
Sitting on the fence, just watching the fight
That ain抰 right.
You say you wanna go back to the good ole days,
When you didn抰 think twice about the choices you made.
You could state your opinion, but now you抮e too afraid.
You hope all the bad stuff just goes away.
That ain抰 right; that ain抰 right.
Hiding out in the gray, between the black and the white.
Don抰 make sense.
Sitting on the fence, just watching the fight
That ain抰 right.
Movers and shakers; givers and takers
All got something worth fighting for.
The rest just get by; they don抰 speak their mind.
They just follow the crowd right out the door.
That ain抰 right; that ain抰 right.
Hiding out in the gray, between the black and the white.
Don抰 make sense.
Sitting on the fence, just watching the fight
That ain抰 right.
That ain抰 right.
Oh, that ain抰 right.
Credits
Writer(s): Jon Mcelroy, Billy Craine
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