LEARN LYRICS

Next one, next one

All naked in my towel

that served me as a loincloth

I was red in the face

and the soap in my hand

Next one, next one

I was just twenty

and we were a hundred and twenty

to be the next one

after the one we followed

Next one, next one

I was just twenty

and I was losing my innocence

in the traveling brothel

of an army on campaign

Next one, next one

I would've really liked

a little more tenderness

or maybe a smile

or just having time

but next one

next one

it wasn't Waterloo

but it wasn't Arcole

it was the hour you regret

having skipped school

Next one, next one

but I swear that hearing

that sergeant of my a**

it's enough to make you

armies of impotent men

Next one, next one

I swear on the head

of my first pox

that since then this voice

I hear it all the time

Next one, next one

this voice that reeked of garlic

and bad booze

it's the voice of nations

and it's the voice of blood

Next one, next one

and since then, every woman

at the moment of giving in

in my too thin arms

seems to whisper to me

Next one, next one

all the next ones in the world

should join hands

that's what at night

I scream in my delirium

Next one, next one

and when I'm not delirious

I end up telling myself

that it's more humiliating

to be followed than next

Next one, next one

one day I'll become legless

or a nun or hanged

anyway one of those things

where I'll never again be

the next one, the next one