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 but 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 Oh, they'll speak of our crimes, they'll call us both crooks And we'll say that we meant well, but it won't mean much 'Cause we meddled with things we weren't meant to touch Who am I? Who are you? Who are we to do the things that we do? Oh, you're awfully mad and that's easy to see You are bad, yes, you're bad But you're better than me Oh, I've never known such cold or hostile terrain Your once temperate temper has frozen again And I remain at my worst, I am the best I can be I'm a hand with no thumbs, oh, I've let you slip free Who am I? Who are they? Who are we to say things that we do? Are you holy? Or heathen? Or just in between? 'Cause you are bad, yes, you're bad But you're better than me Are you holy? Or heathen? Or just in between? 'Cause you are bad, yes, you're bad But you're better than me And 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 are bad, yes, you're bad But you're better than me