Original lyrics
ENWe are 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.
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
