He's dead and naked I'm naked too He's dead and naked At least I'm, I'm still wearing shoes Once there was an ugly woman Who was told to tell the truth And so she said we needed fighters Who were mean but mainly lighter Than the metal war machinery That was used to make us scream And so we gathered up an army And that was thin, but then a storm began And it was really raining Like some swollen lakes were draining Into thunderclouds and breaking As our enemies were waking They were stuck like legless bugs there In a mucky mire of mud where They were stabbed and left to squirm Like lost and lonely wiggle worms He's dead and naked I'm naked too He's dead and naked At least I'm still wearing shoes He's dead and naked I'm naked too He's dead and naked At least I'm still wearing shoes Cautiously their leader ran Until he saw me and my hand Inviting him to come inside My tent where he could safely hide He was shivering and wet And so I said that I would get some clothes But then his tender eyes Reached out and made me recognize This vile and evil enemy As someone soft and even sweet Confused, I said he needed rest But then somehow we were undressed I said I heard someone outside And rolled him in a rug and cried I drove a tent stake in his head And continued crying as he bled
He's dead and naked I'm naked too He's dead and naked At least I'm, I'm still wearing shoes Once there was an ugly woman Who was told to tell the truth And so she said we needed fighters Who were mean but mainly lighter Than the metal war machinery That was used to make us scream And so we gathered up an army And that was thin, but then a storm began And it was really raining Like some swollen lakes were draining Into thunderclouds and breaking As our enemies were waking They were stuck like legless bugs there In a mucky mire of mud where They were stabbed and left to squirm Like lost and lonely wiggle worms He's dead and naked I'm naked too He's dead and naked At least I'm still wearing shoes He's dead and naked I'm naked too He's dead and naked At least I'm still wearing shoes Cautiously their leader ran Until he saw me and my hand Inviting him to come inside My tent where he could safely hide He was shivering and wet And so I said that I would get some clothes But then his tender eyes Reached out and made me recognize This vile and evil enemy As someone soft and even sweet Confused, I said he needed rest But then somehow we were undressed I said I heard someone outside And rolled him in a rug and cried I drove a tent stake in his head And continued crying as he bled
