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

That ainÂ’t right; that ainÂ’t right.
Hiding out in the gray, between the black and the white.
DonÂ’t make sense.
Sitting on the fence, just watching the fight
That ainÂ’t right.

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

That ainÂ’t right; that ainÂ’t right.
Hiding out in the gray, between the black and the white.
DonÂ’t make sense.
Sitting on the fence, just watching the fight
That ainÂ’t right.

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

That ainÂ’t right; that ainÂ’t right.
Hiding out in the gray, between the black and the white.
DonÂ’t make sense.
Sitting on the fence, just watching the fight
That ainÂ’t right.
That ainÂ’t right.
Oh, that ainÂ’t right.