Song lyrics The dead of night by Depeche Mode

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
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We are the dead of night
We´re in the zombie room
Heavenly oversights
Eating from silver spoons