Tattooed Man (найдете более психоделичную вещь и я угощу вас красным шокола

I'm waiting for the crunch of another naked lunch
I'm waiting for the crunch of another naked lunch
I'm waiting for the crunch of another naked lunch
I'm waiting for the crunch 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 ship comes
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