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Ascolta Radio Nostalgia, solo il meglio della musica 70 80 e 90
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.
A scrub is a guy that thinks he's fly And is also known as a buster Always talkin' about what he wants And just sits on his broke ass So, no I don't want your number, no. I don't want to give you mine and, no, I don't want to meet you nowhere, no. I don't want none of your time and, no, [Chorus:] I don't want no scrub A […]
