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.