We aren't quite ready yetnto stop thinking cause the future's dead.nThe city keeps calling us to pay her sins.nWounded lovers on the streets repent.nnThey just Howl all night long.nAll night long.nnDead kids walking by business men;nthey pick the pockets that had buried them.nPoverty's calling from a mother's home;nI hear them begging, wishing... all alone.nnThey just Howl all night long.n