Jacques Brel is Alive and Well and Living in Paris movie - NEXT lyrics

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Naked as sin, an army towel<br>

Covering my belly<br>

Some of us blush, somehow<br>

Knees turning to jelly<br>

Next, next<br>

I was still just a kid<br>

There were a hundred like me<br>

I followed a naked body<br>

A naked body followed me<br>

next, next<br>

I was still just a kid<br>

When my innocence was lost<br>

In a mobile army whorehouse<br>

Gift for the army, free of cost<br>

Next, next<br>

Me, I really would have liked<br>

A little touch of tenderness<br>

Maybe a word, a smile<br>

An hour of happiness<br>

But, next, next<br>

Oh, it wasn't so tragic<br>

The high heavens did not fall<br>

But how much of that time<br>

I hated being there at all<br>

Next, next<br>

Now I always will recall<br>

The brothel truck, the flying flags<br>

The queer lieutenant who slapped<br>

Our asses as if we were fags<br>

Next, next<br>

I swear on the wet head<br>

Of my first case of gonorrhea<br>

It is his ugly voice<br>

That I forever hear<br>

Next, next<br>

That voice that stinks of whiskey<br>

Of corpses and of mud<br>

It is the voice of nations<br>

It is the thick voice of blood<br>

Next, next<br>

And since the each woman<br>

I have taken to bed<br>

Seems to laugh in my arms<br>

To whisper through my head<br>

Next, next<br>

All the naked and the dead<br>

Should hold each other's hands<br>

As they watch me scream at night<br>

In a dream no one understands<br>

Next, next<br>

And when I am not screaming<br>

In a voice grown dry and hollow<br>

I stand on endless naked lines<br>

Of the following and the followed<br>

Next, next<br>

One day I'll cut my legs off<br>

Or burn myself alive<br>

Anything, I'll do anything<br>

To get out of line to survive<br>

Not ever to be next<br>

Not ever to be next.<br>

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