LYRICS GAME

Fill in the lyric gaps as you listen to the song
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