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