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If You Tolerate This Your Children Will Be Next
If You Tolerate This Your Children Will Be Next Manic Street Preachers 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 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." 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. |
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Were we the Kinnock factor
Am I talking private sector Do I think I'm Shaun William Ryder Or my former friend whose now undercover He's gone and I'm no deserter Perhaps I'm hard all the same Today a poet who can't play guitar Tomorrow Steve Ovett has injured his calf Next year the world's greatest politician Yesterday the boy who once had a mission I don't want to be A prologue to history A prologue to histor... So I water my plants with Evian A brand new Dyson that is decadent Read my papers and the business section Checkout the tessas and the pensions Call my friends and they're alright So I pray for the safety of the night Today a poet who can't play guitar Tomorrow Steve Ovett has injured his calf Next year the world's greatest politician Yesterday the boy who once had a mission I don't want to be A prologue to history A prologue to histor... Remember ethnic cleansing in the highlands No one says a thing in the middle of En-ger-land I'm bruised fruit but still taste so nice But if you look at me you better look twice I'm talking rubbish to cover up the cracks An empty vessel who can't make contact Today a poet who can't play guitar Tomorrow Phil Bennett's playing outside half Next year the world's greatest politician Yesterday the boy who once had a mission I don't want to be A prologue to history A prologue to history A prologue to history A prologue |
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