I'm waiting for the [bad word] of another naked lunch
I'm waiting for the [bad word] of another naked lunch
I'm waiting for the [bad word] of another naked lunch
I'm waiting for the [bad word] of another naked lunch)

There's a man lying down in a grave somewhere
With the same tattoos as me
And I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him

There's a man lying down in a bed somewhere
With a different set of  aspects
And I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I love...

This is me here now
Pining like a dog, whining like a dog in a thick harbour fog
Waiting for a ship
Making sick
And when the [bad word] In trouble
His trouble will begin

And the church bells chime the colour of wine
And the angels devil fight to snatch back the lost time

And there's a man lying down with a blade somewhere
With the same tattoos as me
And I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him

There's a man lying down in a bed somewhere
With a different set of  aspects
And I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I love...

This is the dark age of love
This is the dark age of love
This is the dark age of love
This is the dark age...

And I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him

There's a man laying down
There's a man laying down
There's a man laying down
There's a man laying down somewhere...

Somewhere