He's dead and naked   I'm naked, too   He's dead and naked   But he's still wearing his shoes      Once there was an ugly woman   Who was told to tell the truth   and so she said we needed fighters   Who were mean but mainly lighter   Than the metal war machinery   That was used to make us scream   and So we gathered up an army   That was thin, but then a storm be-   gan and it was really raining   Like some swollen lakes were draining   Into thunderclouds and breaking   As our enemies were waking      They were stuck like legless bugs there   In a mucky mire of mud where   They were stabbed and left to squirm   Like lost and lonely wiggle worms      He's dead and naked   I'm naked, too   He's dead and naked   But he's still wearing his shoes      Cautiously their leader ran   Until he saw me and my hand   Inviting him to come inside   My tent where he could safely hide   He was shivering and wet   And so I said that I would get   Some clothes but then his tender eyes   Reached out and made me recognize   This vile and evil enemy   As someone soft and even sweet   Confused, I said he needed rest   But then somehow we were undressed   I said I heard someone outside   And rolled him in a rug and cried   I drove a tent stake in his head   And continued crying... as he bled