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Naked as sin, an army towel Covering my belly Some of us blush, somehow Knees turning to jelly Next, next I was still just a kid There were a hundred like me I followed a naked body A naked body follwed me Next, next I was still just a kid When my innocence was lost In a mobile army whorehouse Gift from the army, free of cost Next, next Me, I really would have liked A little touch of tenderness Maybe a word, just a smile Some instant happiness But no, no, next, next Oh it, it wasn't so tragic The high heavens didn't fall But how much of that time I hated being there at all Next, next Now I always will recall The brothel truck, the flying flags The queer lieutenant who slapped Our asses as if we were fags Next, you're next I swear on the wet head Of my first case of gonorrhea It's his ugly voice That I forever hear Next, next That voice that stinks of corpses Of whiskey and of mud It is the voice of nations That thick voice of blood Next, next And since then, each woman I have taken to bed Seems to laugh in my arms And whisper through my head Next, next All the naked and the dead Should hold each other's hands As they watch me scream at night In a dream no one can understand Next, next And when I am not screaming In a voice grown dry and hollow I stand on endless naked lines Of the following and the followed Next, next One day I'll cut my legs off And burn myself alive Anything, I'll do anything To get out of line, just to survive And never to be next Oh, never to be next Next