| | | | | (x2) 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 La Rambla 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 Ne__ext, will be next   | | | | And on the street tonight an old man plays   With newspaper cuttings of his glory days 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 Ahhhhh ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ahhh Ahh ahh, ahh ahh Ahhhhh Ahhhhh ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ahhh Ahhhhh ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ahhh Ahhhhh ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ahhh Ahh ahh, ahh ahh Ahhhhh | | | | |