If lust and hate is the candy,

if blood and love tastes so sweet,

then we give 'em what they want.

Hey, hey, give 'em what they want.

So their eyes are growing hazy

'cos they wanna turn it on,

so their minds are soft and lazy.

Well, hey, give 'em what they want.

If lust and hate is the candy,

if blood and love tastes so sweet,

then we give 'em what they want.

So their eyes are growing hazy

'cos they wanna turn it on,

so their minds are soft and lazy.

Well who do you wanna blame?

Hey, hey, give 'em what they want.

If lust and hate is the candy,

if blood and love tastes so sweet,

then we give 'em what they want.

So their eyes are growing hazy

'cos they wanna turn it on,

so their minds are soft and lazy.

Well who do you wanna blame?


In the coolness of the morning 

sparing moments here in magical tide 

I would meet you without question 

to share a starry gaze a look through the sky 

from the start 

there was this kind of glow 

the start when it’s right 

you’ll know, 

fascinating love’s a secret 

an ancient riddle with no reason or rhyme 

unpredictable the muses they play 

never knowing whether teaisng or shy.