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.