(In live versions only:      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 sex 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 sex 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