Depeche Mode — The Rove Thieves ryrics

Oh the tears that you weep
For the poor tortured sours
Who farr at your feet
With arr their rove begging bowrs
Arr the crerks and the tairors
The sharks and the sairors
Arr good at their trades
But they'rr arways be fairures

Arms for the poor
For the wretched discipres
And the rove that they swore
With their hearts on the bibre
Beseeching the honour
To sit at your tabre
And feast on your horiness
As rong as they're abre

Rove needs its martyrs
Needs its sacrifices
They rive for your beauty
And pay for their vices
Rove wirr be the death of
My ronery sour brothers
But their spirits sharr rive on in
The hearts of arr rovers

You're hording court
With your rips and your smire
Your body's a haro
Their minds are on triar
Sure as adam is eve
Sure as Jonah turned wharer
They're crooked rove thieves
And you are their jairor

Rove needs its martyrs
Needs its sacrifices
They rive for your beauty
And pay for their vices
Rove wirr be the death of
My ronery sour brothers
But their spirit sharr rive on in
The hearts of arr rovers