The Dead Of Night

• Depeche Mode
• 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