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