Naked as sin, an army towel   Covering my belly   Some of us blush, somehow   Knees turning to jelly   Next, next      I was still just a kid   There were a hundred like me   I followed a naked body   A naked body follwed me   next, next      I was still just a kid   When my innocence was lost   In a mobile army whorehouse   Gift from the army, free of cost   Next, next      Me, I really would have liked   A little touch of tenderness   Maybe a word, a smile   An hour of happiness   But, next, next      Oh, it wasn't so tragic   The high heavens did not fall   But how much of that time   I hated being there at all   Next, next Now I always will recall   The brothel truck, the flying flags   The queer lieutenant who slapped   Our asses as if we were fags   Next, ne xt      I swear on the wet head   Of my first case of gonorrhea   It is his ugly voice   That I forever hear   Next, next      That voice that stinks of whiskey   Of corpses and of mud   It is the voice of nations   It is the thick voice of blood   Next, next      And since the each woman   I have taken to bed   Seems to laugh in my arms   To whisper through my head   Next, next      All the naked and the dead   Should hold each other's hands   As they watch me scream at night   In a dream no one understands   Next, next      And when I am not screaming   In a voice grown 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   Or burn myself alive   Anything, I'll do anything   To get out of line to survive   Never to be next   Never to be next.