| N E X T Naked a sin
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| An army towel, covering my belly
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| Some of us weep, some of us howl
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| Knees turn to jelly, but Next! |
| Next!
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| I was just a child
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| A hundred like me I followed a naked body
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| A naked body followed me, Next! |
| Next!
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| I was just a child when my innocence was lost
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| In a mobile army whorehouse
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| A gift of the army, free of cost. |
| Next! |
| Next! |
| Next!
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| Me, I really would have liked a little bit of tenderness
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| Maybe a word, maybe a smile, maybe some happiness, but Next! |
| Next!
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| Oh, it was not so tragic
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| and heaven did not fall
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| But how much at that time
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| I hated being there at all, Next! |
| Next!
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| I still recall the brothel trucks, the flying flags
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| The queer lieutenant slapped our arses
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| He’s thinking we are fags. |
| Next! |
| Next! |
| Next!
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| I swear on the wet headof my First case of gonorrhea
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| It is his ugly voice that I forever fear, Next! |
| Next!
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| A voice that stinks of whiskey, corpses and of mud
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| The voice of nations
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| The thick voice of blood, Next! |
| Next!
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| Since then each woman I have taken into bed
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| They seem to lie in my arms
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| And they whisper in my head, Next! |
| Next!
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| Oh, the naked and the dead
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| Could hold each other’s hands
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| As they watch me dream at night
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| In a dream that nobody understands
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| And though I am not dreaming in a voice grown dry 'n'hollow
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| I stand on endless naked lines of the following and the followed
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| The Next! |
| Next!
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| One day I’ll cut my legs off
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| I’ll burn myself alive
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| I’ll do anything to get out of life, to survive
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| Not ever to be next, Next! |
| Next!
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| Not ev… er… to be next, not ev… er…ahh |