Oh here we go again, the dboys of your heart
The perfect candidates to tear your city apart
And if you need some water, we are your mirage
Us northern freedom fighters only want your luv.

Golden boys need golden girls.
West end towns in burning boroughs
Never hurt to change your mind
And the howling of the wolves means its dinnertime for us
We are your scavengers baby
Scavengers of luv.

Here we go again, the three men of high style
The perfects excuses to leave home for a while
And if you need some fire, we are your mirage
Us lonely freedom fighters only want your luv

We are your scavengers of luv.