It's the nightlife
That gets them off
So desperately they wait for
The excuse of love.
We live like vampires
And we, we, we love like killers
We all die like infants
And we trust like mirrors.

It's a smoke and the drinks and the smiles that it brings
It's the pain and the sex disguised as innocence

[ Slow suicide
Like it or not, it's what we do ] x2

It's the love of guilt
That forms the habit
Of being dramatically
Over-dramatic.
We live like vampires
And we, we, we love like killers
We all die like infants
And we trust like mirrors

It's a smoke and the drinks and the smiles that it brings
It's the pain and the sex disguised as innocence

It's the smoke and the drinks and the smiles that it brings
…It's a desperate place for a desperate people to find their place before desperate heroes
It's the pain and the sex disguised as innocence.
..A desperate place for a desperate ...and they sing

[ Slow suicide
Like it or not, it's what we do ] x4

[ The songs
They sing
Are in
The key
Of the illusion of pain
And its irony
In the midst of lust
And dropping names
The drugs
They numb
And they keep us sane ] x2

[ Slow suicide
Like it or not, it's what we do ] x4