Lyrics

I've learned that those who demand trust
Are ones to beware [trust me, trust me, etc.]
They'll help themselves with haste then
Walk away with everything that's there

I hope I never live behind the closed doors
In the darkness where they thrive
I know I'll never live a life or dance that dance
Where every move is contrived

No, Oh, etc.

Wishing you the best, my friend
I worry that you'll stay
Imprisoned by the
scheming and the games that you play

What'cha gonna do,
What'cha gonna do,
What we gonna do My friend
If everything you do,
everything you say,
In every little way is
Machiavellian?

Gonna get back on that horse,
I like my journey fine &
Ain't gonna waste another slice of
My head or of my time

What'cha gonna do,
What'cha gonna do,
What we gonna do My friend
If everything you do,
everything you say,
In every little way is
Macheavellian?