Lyrics:

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



(Words and Music by Martin L Gore

[c] 2001 EMI Music Publishing Ltd. London WC2H 0EA.

Assigned by Grabbing Hands Music Ltd)