| You’re living in the middle of nowhere |
| In a town called Exactly Right. |
| It’s got a population of you |
| And everyone sleeps well at night. |
| There’s a reason for everything here, |
| Can be explained in ten words or less. |
| The wrong people are never right, |
| And there’s no room for questions and mess. |
| But there’s a Lie and there’s a Truth, |
| There’s something in between: that’s me and you. |
| There’s a Lie and there’s a Truth, |
| There’s something in between: that’s what we do. |
| In your perfect world of black and white |
| Where talk about grey is treason, |
| The compromiser is crucified |
| And no quarter is ever given. |
| You make it easy to divide us |
| When you exaggerate the reasons and meanings |
| Until everyone is defined |
| As the righteous and the demons. |
| But there’s a Lie and there’s a Truth, |
| There’s something in between: that’s me and you. |
| There’s a Lie and there’s a Truth, |
| There’s something in between: that’s what we do. |