Coil - Tattooed Man (cso)

Live in Paris 2004 (la locomotive) (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