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 They'll speak of our crimes, they'll call us both crooks We'll say that we mean well but it won't mean much Cause 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? Oh you're awfully mad, that's easy to see You are 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've 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 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.