The future teaches you to be alone
The present to be afraid and cold
So if I can shoot ra bbits Then I can sho ot 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 w ill be next
And if you tolerate this
Then your children w ill 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 Ramblas
But not with real intent

And if you tolerate this
Then your children w ill be next
And if you tolerate this
Then your children w ill be next
Will be next
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 w ill be next
And if you tole rate this
Then your children w ill be next
Will be next