The Dead Of Night — 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

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