If you tolerate this .... then your children will be next .... will be next .... will be next ....!

From the lyrics:

The future teaches you to be alone,
the present to be afraid and cold

And if you tolerate this ....
then your children 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

(By Manic Street Preachers, This Is My Truth, Tell Me Yours, 1998)