Lyrics: Next
Album: Each Man Kills The Thing He Loves
Artist: Gavin Friday & 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 na
Ody 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, ju
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 th
! 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
D, 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 … n
… 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
F 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!