Lyrics

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