Road's getting narrow, with snakes in the shadow
And the shade where you
sleep is formed by the gallows
Where a man with an arrow was hung by the
shallow
Little boys little boys little boys who became what they
feared
Who would have thought that the ones who spoke of trust would come
to betray us?
Who would have sought love from those who prayed for peace
while sewing hatred's seed?
Who would have fought for a land where blood
flows till it clots each river?
Who would have sons knowing all the orphans
they would soon deliver?
Kneel beside me, in this field of
memory
Don't become those you fear; don't kill what you've been
'Cause
the straight and arrow, with snakes in the shadow
And the shade where you
sleep is formed by the gallows
Where a man with an arrow was hung by the
shallow
Little boys little boys little boys who became what they
feared
You should have known that the snakes were figments of (your)
imagination
You should have shown that the roads and gallows were your own
creation
Sleep beside me, there's no time to worry
The sound that you
fear... it comes from your ear
'Cause the road gets narrow, with snakes
in the shadow
And the shade where you sleep is formed by the gallows
Where
a man with an arrow was hung by the shallow
Little boys little boys little
boys there's a choice
It's the straight and arrow, with snakes in the
shadow
And the shade where you sleep is formed by the gallows
Where a man
with an arrow was hung by the shallow
Little boys and their toys; little boys
you became what you fear
Weep beside me, in this sea of memory
Don't
you see what I see... you're the men that you fear
When the road gets
narrow, with snakes in the shadow
And the shade where you sleep is formed by
the gallows
Where a man with an arrow was hung by the shallow
What's the
point
When the road gets narrow, with snakes in the shadow
And the shade
where you sleep is formed by the gallows
Where a man with an arrow was hung
by the shallow
Little boys little boys there's a choice there's a
choice
When the road gets narrow, with snakes in the shadow
And the shade
where you sleep is formed by the gallows
Where a man with an arrow was hung
by the shallow
Little boys little boys little boys don't become what you fear
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