We aren't quite ready yet | |
To stop thinking cause the future's dead. | |
The city keeps calling us to pay her sins. | |
Wounded lovers on the streets repent. | |
They just Howl all night long. | |
All night long. | |
Dead kids walking by business men; | |
They pick the pockets that had buried them. | |
Poverty's calling from a mother's home; | |
I hear them begging, wishing... all alone. | |
They just Howl all night long. |