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