Straight And Arrow - Indica

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 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 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 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 feared 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 become what you fear!