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 [bad word] [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 own creation 

Sleep beside me, there’s no time to worry
The sound that you hear - [bad word] 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 [bad word] what you fear