Dead Of Night — текст песни (Depeche Mode)

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