Viernes, 22 de marzo de 2013
Manic Street Preachers
Música y Letra: Nick Jones, James Dean Bradfield, Sean Moore



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,
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.

Publicado por darthseid @ 13:12  | Letras de canciones

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