Naked a 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 He's thinking we are fags. Next! Next! Next!
I swear on the wet head of my First case of gonorrhea It is his ugly voice that I forever fear, Next! Next! A voice that stinks of whiskey, 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!
Oh, the naked and the dead Could hold each others 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 'n' hollow I stand on endless naked lines of the following and the followed The 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
Writer/s: ERIC BLAU, JACQUES ROMAN BREL, MORT SHUMAN
Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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