If You Tolerate This Your Children Will Be Next - David Usher.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作曲 : N. Jones/S. Moore/J. Bradfield
[00:53.91]The future teaches you to be alone
[00:58.74]The present to be afraid and cold
[01:04.29]So if I can shoot rabbits
[01:08.16]Then I can shoot fascists
[01:16.44]Bullets for your brain today
[01:20.07]But we'll forget it all again
[01:25.59]Monuments put from pen to paper
[01:29.34]Turns me into a gutless wonder
[01:33.45]And if you tolerate this
[01:38.73]Then your children will be next
[01:44.07]And if you tolerate this
[01:49.41]Then your children will be next
[01:51.66]Will be next, will be next, will be next
[01:59.04]Gravity keeps my head down
[02:03.09]Or is it maybe shame?
[02:08.07]At being so young
[02:12.09]And being so vain
[02:20.37]Holes in your head today
[02:24.06]But I'm a pacifist
[02:29.43]I've walked
[02:30.39]Las Ramblas
[02:32.76]But not with real intent
[02:37.41]And if you tolerate this
[02:42.75]Then your children will be next
[02:48.12]And if you tolerate this
[02:53.40]Then your children will be next
[02:56.76]Will be next, will be next, will be next
[03:01.26]And on the street tonight an old man plays
[03:11.70]With newspaper cuttings of his glory days
[03:21.81]If you tolerate this
[03:29.43]Then your children will be next
[03:37.41]If you tolerate this
[03:39.30]Then your children will be next
[04:05.01]And if you tolerate this
[04:08.10]Then your children will be next
[04:11.46]And if you tolerate this
[04:18.78]Then your children will be next
[04:20.94]Will be next, will be next, will be next
[04:48.18]And on the street tonight an old man plays
[04:58.35]With newspaper cuttings of his glory days

文本歌词

作曲 : N. Jones/S. Moore/J. Bradfield
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