There's a couple in this town
Two people trying so hard to get you high
They sing dark poetry at low prices
And they will always be around
Because we let them so change your mind
And keep your questions
The answers are the same
They wear white shirts, black shades
They're ready to move
You'd better run away
Or you'll be sent to the moon
Your house is empty
And I'm stained
By the looks you gave me
You're not friends
Or you would say you're sorry
You are right
You are right
You are right
You'll be wrong the day you die
Too humble to say their names
They have much more attention than you and me
And everybody's obsessed with being right
YES, EVERYBODY'S OBSESSED WITH BEING RIGHT
There's only one way to take them down
Keep it to yourself, it's a surprise
White shirts, black shades
They're ready to move
You'd better run away
Or you'll be sent to the moon
Your house is empty
And I'm stained
By the looks you gave me
You're not friends
Or you would say you're sorry
You are right
You are right
You are right
You'll be wrong the day you die
Yeah you'll be wrong the day you die