作曲 : N. Jones/S. Moore/J. Bradfield The future teaches you to be alone The present to be afraid and cold So if I can shoot rabbits Then I can shoot fascists Bullets for your brain today But we'll forget it all again Monuments put from pen to paper Turns me into a gutless wonder And if you tolerate this Then your children will be next And if you tolerate this Then your children will be next Will be next, will be next, will be next Gravity keeps my head down Or is it maybe shame? At being so young And being so vain Holes in your head today But I'm a pacifist I've walked Las Ramblas But not with real intent And if you tolerate this Then your children will be next And if you tolerate this Then your children will be next Will be next, will be next, will be next And on the street tonight an old man plays With newspaper cuttings of his glory days If you tolerate this Then your children will be next If you tolerate this Then your children will be next And if you tolerate this Then your children will be next And if you tolerate this Then your children will be next Will be next, will be next, will be next And on the street tonight an old man plays With newspaper cuttings of his glory days
作曲 : N. Jones/S. Moore/J. Bradfield The future teaches you to be alone The present to be afraid and cold So if I can shoot rabbits Then I can shoot fascists Bullets for your brain today But we'll forget it all again Monuments put from pen to paper Turns me into a gutless wonder And if you tolerate this Then your children will be next And if you tolerate this Then your children will be next Will be next, will be next, will be next Gravity keeps my head down Or is it maybe shame? At being so young And being so vain Holes in your head today But I'm a pacifist I've walked Las Ramblas But not with real intent And if you tolerate this Then your children will be next And if you tolerate this Then your children will be next Will be next, will be next, will be next And on the street tonight an old man plays With newspaper cuttings of his glory days If you tolerate this Then your children will be next If you tolerate this Then your children will be next And if you tolerate this Then your children will be next And if you tolerate this Then your children will be next Will be next, will be next, will be next And on the street tonight an old man plays With newspaper cuttings of his glory days
