| Naked as sin an army towel covers my body
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| Some of us blush, somehow knees turn to jelly —
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| Next! |
| Next!
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| I was still just a kid, there were a hundred others like me
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| I follow the naked body, the naked body follows me —
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| Next! |
| Next!
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| I was still just a kid when my innocence was lost
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| In a mobile-army whore house, gift of the army, free of cost!
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| Next! |
| You’re next!
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| Me? |
| I really would have liked, just a little touch of tenderness
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| Mybe a word or smile, some happiness, but oh! |
| No!
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| Next! |
| Next!
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| Well it wasn’t so tragic the high heavens didn’t fall
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| But most of that time I hated being there at all …
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| Next! |
| Next!
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| I always recall those flying flags, the army tanks
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| Those queer lieutenants who slapped our asses as if we were fags …
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| Next! |
| You’re next!
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| I swear on the head of my first case of the pox!
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| It’s that ugly voice that I forever hear …
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| Next! |
| Next!
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| The voice that stinks of corpses of whiskey and mud
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| It’s the voice of the nations, the thick, thick, voice of blood …
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| Next! |
| Next!
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| And each time I’m with a woman and I take her to my bed
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| She whispers and laughs through my head …
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| Next! |
| … You’re next!
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| All the naked and the dead should hold each others hands
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| As I scream out loud each night in a dream no-one understands …
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| Next! |
| … Next!
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| And when I’m not screaming in a voice cold, dry and hollow…
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| I stand on endless, naked lines of the following and the followed …
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| Next! |
| Next!
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| One day I’ll cut my legs off, I’ll burn myself alive
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| I’d do anything, anything, just to keep out of line
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| Just to stay out of line and never to be next!
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| No, never to be next! |
| No! |
| Na! |
| Na! |
| Na! |
| Next! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Next , by - Gavin Friday. Song from the album Each Man Kills The Thing He Loves, in the genre Иностранный рок