Foreign Diplomats - Comfort Design lyrics

Vampires, you wake up in the dark To all of you in love with Lars gold to have and all beyond the lock And the smoke sway round the sun and through the ghosts In front of stars with all their fame, there they stand a day from most [?] We'll whine for whine again, again With paint going down your hands, my hands You could k** someone, I know you can, oh you can And with paint going down your hands, my hands Will build a home where you want just for you Because we're tired of you screaming your pointless waste of time You'll throw it on the ground, that's what you love, that's what you'll do You want more, you want more, you want more, you need more You want more, you want more, you want more, you need more You want more, you want more, you want more, you need more You want more And we'll whine for whine again, again With paint going down your hands, my hands You could k** someone, I know you can, know you can With paint going down your hands, my hands