Depeche Mode "The Dead Of Night" |
We're the horniest boys With the corniest ploys Who take the easiest girls To our sleaziest worlds � With our lecherous plans In our treacherous hands You'd be wasting your time Saying no, it's a crime � All that we live for you'll regret All you remember we'll forget � We are the dead of night We're in the zombie room We're twilight's parasites With self-inflicted wounds � We are the dead of night We're in the zombie room Heavenly oversights Eating from silver spoons � With our decadent minds And our innocent lines You'll be playing our games With your bodies in flames � When delirious fun Has seriously begun You'll be down on your knees You'll be begging us please � All we're demanding you'll supply All we're accused of we'll deny � We are the dead of night We're in the zombie room We're twilight's parasites With self-inflicted wounds � We are the dead of night We're in the zombie room Heavenly oversights Eating from silver spoons Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |