Lyrics Straight And Arrow - Indica

Straight And Arrow

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!