There's a rich man with the right clothes
And the right cut, thinks he's free.
He's a well respected man about town
Doing the best of things
So conservatively, really thinks he's living
Everybody's dream.
But he lacks one thing to live, needs to believe.

Are you on the wrong side of destruction?
Are you on the right side of the line?
Are you in the middle of the fight
Or are you just wasting time?

There's a poor man with the wrong clothes
And he'd also say he's free.
But he lacks the thing that the rich man does,
The power of belief.
Thank God there's a heartbreak beat
Playing all night long down on my street.
And it feels like love and it's calling out to me.

Are you on the wrong side of destruction?
Are you on the right side of the line?
Are you in the middle of the fight
Or are you just wasting time?