Naked as sin an army towel covering my belly Some of us weep, some of us howl, knees turn to jelly But next Next I was just a child A hundred like me I followed a naked body A naked body followed me Next Next I was just a child when my innocence was lost In a mobile army whorehouse A gift of the army, free of cost Next! Next! Next!
Me, I really would have liked a little bit of tenderness Maybe a word, maybe a smile, maybe some happiness But next Next Oh, it was not so tragic And heaven did not fall But how much at that time I hated being there at all Next Next I still recall the brothel trucks, the flying flags The queer lieutenant slapped our arses Thinking we were fags Next! Next! Next!
I swear on the wet head of my first case of gonorrhoea It is his ugly voice that I forever fear Next Next A voice that stinks of whiskey Of corpses and of mud The voice of nations The thick voice of blood Next Next Since then each woman I have taken into bed They seem to lie in my arms And they whisper in my head Next! Next! Next!
All the naked and the dead could hold each other's hands As they watch me dream at night in a dream that nobody understands And though I am not dreaming 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 I'll burn myself alive I'll do anything to get out of life to survive Not ever to be next Next Next Not ever to be next Not ever to be nextTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
