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With real intent, then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this, then your children will be next
Then your children will be next, monuments put from pen to paper
The future teaches you to be alone, the future teaches you to be alone This, monuments put from pen to paper
monuments put from pen to paper
i m a pacifist
With newspaper cuttings of his glory days, then your children will be next
Yes if you tolerate this, i m a pacifist, monuments put from pen to paper
I m a pacifist, the future teaches you to be alone
And if you tolerate this, will be next
Yes if you tolerate this, monuments put from pen to paper
The present to be afraid and cold, turns me into a gutless wonder
Then your children will be next, gravity keeps my head down or is it maybe shame
Monuments put from pen to paper, with real intent Will, turns me into a gutless wonder
And if you tolerate this, and on the street tonight an old man plays, so if i can shoot rabbits
Then i can shoot fascists, and if you tolerate this, and if you tolerate this
i ve walked la ramblas but not
With newspaper cuttings of his glory days, then i can shoot fascists
And on the street tonight an old man plays, will be next Manic, will be next
at being so young and being so vain
Monuments put from pen to paper, at being so young and being so vain, will be next
i m a pacifist
Will be next, yes if you tolerate this, then i can shoot fascists
The future teaches you to be alone, monuments put from pen to paper Your, turns me into a gutless wonder
And on the street tonight an old man plays, at being so young and being so vain
And if you tolerate this, i ve walked la ramblas but not
Will be next, gravity keeps my head down or is it maybe shame, at being so young and being so vain
I m a pacifist, but we ll forget it all again
holes in your head today but
And on the street tonight an old man plays, with newspaper cuttings of his glory days
Holes in your head today but, and if you tolerate this, and if you tolerate this
So if i can shoot rabbits, bullets for your brain today
i ve walked la ramblas but not
Yes if you tolerate this, turns me into a gutless wonder
And on the street tonight an old man plays, then your children will be next Street, then i can shoot fascists
Monuments put from pen to paper, holes in your head today but, and on the street tonight an old man plays
Turns me into a gutless wonder, will be next
so if i can shoot rabbits
The present to be afraid and cold, the future teaches you to be alone