Lyric That Ain t Right

(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.
Hiding out in the gray, between the black and the white.
Don t make sense.
Sitting on the fence, just watching the fight
That ain t right.

You say you wanna go back to the good ole 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.
Hiding out in the gray, between the black and the white.
Don t make sense.
Sitting on the fence, just watching 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.
Hiding out in the gray, between the black and the white.
Don t make sense.
Sitting on the fence, just watching the fight
That ain t right.
That ain t right.
Oh, that ain t right.