They Do, They Don't - Jack Johnson

Tied down against the tracks

Screaming in silent, black and white

Why’d you trust us?

We are such villains

We would tell ourselves anything

We want to hear, if we are willing

To listen is to learn

Then too much is what we deserve

And how come when we say that we do

We don’t

Pray to anybody you want

We won’t

But if we’re the ones to blame then the fruit

Shouldn’t taste so good, we were used

Used to thinking we got nothing to lose

We’re losing everything but the truth

Walking straight into a roadblock

Ending left, here bending

Your point of view was chosen by the serpent’s ruse

With all its do’s and don’ts

The future is an empty promise

Unconcerned and so tired of waiting

We could sell it wooden horses

Full of nightmares and when they open

This all might recompose

There’s no going back to the good old days

It’s just a phase bring in some new life

Archaism is a dusty road leading us back to nowhere