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
 
Words and Music by Martin L Gore
© 2001 EMI Music Publishing Ltd. London WC2H 0EA.
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