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 [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] and cried 
I drove a tent stake in his head 
And continued crying as he bled