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 sowing 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 narrow has 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
The snakes were figments of imagination
You should have shown
The roads and gallows were your creation

Sleep beside me, there's no time to worry
The sound that you hear, 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

The straight and narrow has 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 who became what they feared

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