Indica - Straight & Arrow Lyrics
Road's getting narrow with snakes in the shadowAnd the shade where you sleep is formed by the gallowsWhere a man with an arrow was hung by the shallowLittle boys, little boys, little boys who became what they fearedWho would have thought that the onesWho spoke of trust would come to betray usWho would have sought love from thoseWho prayed for peace while sowing hatred's seed?Who would have fought for a landWhere blood flows till it clots each river?Who would have sons knowing all the orphansThey would soon deliver?Kneel beside me in this field of memoryDon't become those you fearDon't kill what you've been'Cause the straight and narrow has snakes in the shadowAnd the shade where you sleep is formed by the gallowsWhere a man with an arrow was hung by the shallowLittle boys, little boys, little boys who became what they fearedYou should have knownThe snakes were figments of imaginationYou should have shownThe roads and gallows were your creationSleep beside me, there's no time to worryThe sound that you hear, it comes from your ear'Cause the road gets narrow with snakes in the shadowAnd the shade where you sleep is formed by the gallowsWhere a man with an arrow was hung by the shallowLittle boys, little boys, little boys there's a choiceThe straight and narrow has snakes in the shadowAnd the shade where you sleep is formed by the gallowsWhere a man with an arrow was hung by the shallowLittle boys and their toys, little boys who became what they fearedWeep beside me in this sea of memoryDon't you see what I see, you're the men that you fearWhen the road gets narrow with snakes in the shadowAnd the shade where you sleep is formed by the gallowsWhere a man with an arrow was hung by the shallowWhat's the point?When the road gets narrow with snakes in the shadowAnd the shade where you sleep is formed by the gallowsWhere a man with an arrow was hung by the shallowLittle boys, little boys, there's a choice, there's a choiceWhen the road gets narrow with snakes in the shadowAnd the shade where you sleep is formed by the gallowsWhere a man with an arrow was hung by the shallowLittle boys, little boys, little boys don't become what you fear
