(Jon McElroy - Billy Crain)

I hear you complaining about the state of things
Wondering why we can't stay the same
You don't wanna be changing but you don't stop to change
You just sit around looking for someone to blame.

That ain't right, that ain't right
Hidin' out in the gray between the black and the white
Don't make sense sittin' on the fence
Just watchin' the fight, that ain't right.

You say you wanna go back to the good old days
When you didn't think twice about the choices you made
You could state your opinion but now you're too afraid
You hope all the bad stuff just goes away.

That ain't right, that ain't right
Hidin' out in the gray between the black and the white
Don't make sense sittin' on the fence
Just watchin' the fight, that ain't right.

Movers and shakers givers and takers
All got something worth fighting for
The rest just get by they don't speak their mind
They just follow the crowd right out the door.

That ain't right, that ain't right
Hidin' out in the gray between the black and the white
Don't make sense sittin' on the fence
Just watchin' the fight that ain't right.

That ain't right, oh, oh, that ain't right...