Voices in your lonely ear say walk the straight and narrow
You make some bad connections when they call
Hiding out from the little lad and his famous poison arrow
Blind to where his idle shot may fall
Faded ghosts in photographs that ploughed a lonely furrow
Turn their tired faces to the wall
The iron kiss of sacrifice has chilled them to the marrow
But it never had to be like that at all
Oh the wolf's in the woods
and the children are heading for harm
But sometimes the wolf is just a false alarm
Sometimes the world just opens up it's arms
AH...........WE CAN MAKE IT RIGHT TONIGHT
AH...........IT'S TIME OUR TIME BEGAN
AH...........NO MORE SHAME OR STUPID GAMES
WE'VE GOT TO USE THIS POWER WHILE WE CAN
No more lies or alibis, we can wipe the slate of sorrow
Morning's still a million miles away
This world is only a harvest field, don't peck it like a sparrow
Make them scared of your hunger: seize the day.