Naked as sin an army towel covers my body.
some of us blush, somehow knees turn to jelly - next!
next! I was still just a kid there were a hundred others
like me. I follow the naked body, the na
Ody follows me - next! next!
I was still just a kid when my innocence was lost,
in a mobile-army whore house,
gift of the army, free of cost!
next! you're next! me? I really would have liked, ju
Little touch of tenderness,
maybe a word or smile, some happiness,
but oh! no! next! next! well it wasn't so tragic the
high heavens didn't fall, but most of that time I hated being there at all
Next! next! I always recall those flying flags,
the army tanks, those queer lieutenants who slapped
our asses as if we were fags .
.. next! you're next! I swear on the head of my first case of th
! it's that ugly voice that I forever hear ...

Next! next! the voice that stinks of corpses of whiskey
and mud. it's the voice of the nations,
the thick, thick, voice of blood .
.. next! next! and each time I'm with a woman and I take her to
D, she whispers and laughs through my head .
.. next! ... you're next! all the naked and the dead
should hold each others hands as I scream out loud
each night in a dream no-one understands ... n
... next! and when I'm not screaming in a voice cold,
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
F alive, I'd do anything, anything,
just to keep out of line, just to stay out of line
and never to be next! no, never to be next! no! na! na! na! next!