The Sensational Alex Harvey Band - Next lyrics
[The Sensational Alex Harvey Band - Next lyrics]
N e x t
Naked as sin an army towel covering my belly
Some of us weep, some of us howl
Knees turn to jelly but next
Next i was just a child
A hundred like me i followed a naked body
A naked body followed me next
Next
I was just a child when my innocence was lost
In a mobile army whorehouse
A gift of the army, free of cost next!
Next! Next!
Me, I really would have liked
A little bit of tenderness
Maybe a word, maybe a smile
Maybe some happiness but next
Next oh, it was not so tragic
And heaven did not fall
But how much at that time
I hated being there at all next
Next i still recall the brothel trucks
The flying flags
The queer lieutenant slapped our arses
Thinking we were fags next!
Next! Next!
I swear on the wet head of
My first case of gonorrhoea
It is his ugly voice that I forever fear
Next next
A voice that stinks of whiskey
Of corpses and of mud the voice of nations
The thick voice of blood next
Next
Since then each woman I have taken into bed
They seem to lie in my arms
And they whisper in my head next!
Next! Next!
All the naked and the dead
Could hold each other's hands
As they watch me dream at night
In a dream that nobody understands
And though I am not dreaming 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
I'll burn myself alive
I'll do anything to get out
Of life to survive not ever to be next
Next next
Not ever to be next not ever to be next
Naked as sin an army towel covering my belly
Some of us weep, some of us howl
Knees turn to jelly but next
Next i was just a child
A hundred like me i followed a naked body
A naked body followed me next
Next
I was just a child when my innocence was lost
In a mobile army whorehouse
A gift of the army, free of cost next!
Next! Next!
Me, I really would have liked
A little bit of tenderness
Maybe a word, maybe a smile
Maybe some happiness but next
Next oh, it was not so tragic
And heaven did not fall
But how much at that time
I hated being there at all next
Next i still recall the brothel trucks
The flying flags
The queer lieutenant slapped our arses
Thinking we were fags next!
Next! Next!
I swear on the wet head of
My first case of gonorrhoea
It is his ugly voice that I forever fear
Next next
A voice that stinks of whiskey
Of corpses and of mud the voice of nations
The thick voice of blood next
Next
Since then each woman I have taken into bed
They seem to lie in my arms
And they whisper in my head next!
Next! Next!
All the naked and the dead
Could hold each other's hands
As they watch me dream at night
In a dream that nobody understands
And though I am not dreaming 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
I'll burn myself alive
I'll do anything to get out
Of life to survive not ever to be next
Next next
Not ever to be next not ever to be next