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 naked body 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
just a 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 the pox!
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 my bed, 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 …
Next! … 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 myself 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!