Interpret:

Depeche Mode

Album:

Exciter

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


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


We are the dead of night