Roads getting narrow With snakes in the shadow And the shade where you sleep Is form 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 sowing hatred's seed
Who would have fought For a land where blood flows still It blocks each 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 And snakes in the shadow And the shade where you sleep Is form by the gallows Where a man with an arrow Was hung by the shallow
Little boys, little boys, little boys Who became what they fear
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
Kneel beside me There's no time to worry The sound that you hear It comes from your ear
'Cause the road is narrow With snakes in the shadow And the shade where you sleep Is form by the gallows Where a man with an arrow Was hung by the shallow
Little boys, little boys, little boys There's a choice
The straight and arrow And snakes in the shadow And the shade where you sleep Is form by the gallows Where a man with an arrow Was hung by the shallow
Little boys and their toys, little boys Who became what they fear
Kneel beside me In this sea of memory Don't you see what I see? You're the man that you fear
When the road is narrow With snakes in the shadow And the shade where you sleep Is form by the gallows Where a man with an arrow Was hung by the shallow
What's the point?
When the road is narrow With snakes in the shadow And the shade where you sleep Is form 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 is narrow With snakes in the shadow And the shade where you sleep Is form by the gallows Where a man with an arrow Was hung by the shallow
Little boys, little boys, little boys Don't became what you fear!