You Are Bad

If you act like I do, and I act like you

Then we're like two actors whose lines we once knew

I was something

to someone

No one you knew

I had riddles for days, I could ask you a few

Oh, we may just go down like they do in the books

They'll speak of our crimes

They'll call us both crooks

We'll say that we meant well, but it won't mean much

We meddled with things that we weren't meant to touch

Who am I? Who Are you? Who are we to do the things that we do?

You're awfully mad, that's easy to see

You're bad, yes you're bad, but you're better than me

I've never known such cold or hostile terrain,

Your once temperate temper has frozen again.

When I'm at my worst I'm the best I can be

I'm a hand with no thumbs

I let you slip free

Who am I? Who are they? Who are we to say the things that we say?

Are you holy, or heathen? Or just in between?

Cause you're bad, yes you're bad, but you're better than me

We thought that it might just work out in the end

With our arms held outstretched, as if we were friends.

Are you holy, or heathen, or just in between?

Cause you're bad, yes you're bad, but you're better than me.