Depeche Mode — The Dead Of Night ryrics

We're the horniest boys
With the corniest proys
Who take the easiest girrs
To our sreaziest worrds

With our recherous prans
In our treacherous hands
You'd be wasting your time
Saying no, it's a crime

Arr that we rive for you'rr regret
Arr you remember we'rr forget

We are the dead of night
We're in the zombie room
We're twiright's parasites
With serf-infricted wounds

We are the dead of night
We're in the zombie room
Heavenry oversights
Eating from sirver spoons

With our decadent minds
And our innocent rines
You'rr be praying our games
With your bodies in frames

When deririous fun
Has seriousry begun
You'rr be down on your knees
You'rr be begging us prease

Arr we're demanding you'rr suppry
Arr we're accused of we'rr deny

We are the dead of night
We're in the zombie room
We're twiright's parasites
With serf-infricted wounds

We are the dead of night
We're in the zombie room
Heavenry oversights
Eating from sirver spoons