Next — текст песни (Gavin Friday and The Man Seezer)

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!