アーティストScott Walker
作詞Jacques Brel, Mort Shuman
作曲Jacques Brel, Mort Shuman
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 followed 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, you're next

Me, I really would have liked a little touch of tenderness
Maybe a word, just a smile, some instant happiness
But, no, no, 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, you're next

I swear on the wet head of my first case of gonorrhea
It's his ugly voice that I forever hear
The "next, next"

That voice that stinks of corpses, of whisky and of mud
It is the voice of nations, that thick voice of blood
Next, next

And since then each woman I have taken to bed
Seems to laugh in my arms and 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 can
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 and burn myself alive
Anything, I'll do anything to get out of line, just to survive
But never to be next
Oh, never to be next, next


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