Jon McElroy/Billy Crain)
I hear you complaining about the state of things,
Wondering why we cant stay the same.
You dont wanna be changing, but you dont stop to change.
You just sit around, looking for someone to blame.
That aint right; that aint right.
Hiding out in the gray, between the black and the white.
Dont make sense.
Sitting on the fence, just watching the fight
That aint right.
You say you wanna go back to the good ole days,
When you didnt think twice about the choices you made.
You could state your opinion, but now youre too afraid.
You hope all the bad stuff just goes away.
That aint right; that aint right.
Hiding out in the gray, between the black and the white.
Dont make sense.
Sitting on the fence, just watching the fight
That aint right.
Movers and shakers; givers and takers
All got something worth fighting for.
The rest just get by; they dont speak their mind.
They just follow the crowd right out the door.
That aint right; that aint right.
Hiding out in the gray, between the black and the white.
Dont make sense.
Sitting on the fence, just watching the fight
That aint right.
That aint right.
Oh, that aint right