Rats

Well Mrs. Pharmacist I insist Fix me up with something quick I've been a bad little boy and I think I'm getting sick Sick to the bone Slave to the flesh Better put on my Sunday's best I've been a bad little boy... little boy I've got a dirty dirty dirty dirty dirty little secret And I'm not not not sure that I wanna keep it So we feed ourselves lies to submit to the shadows Cause we just wanna dance under our pretty perfect halos Everyone's got a secret What's yours? What's yours? Don't be shy, I'll never repeat it Oh Mrs. Pharmacist If I resist Lock me up and bind my wrists You've been a bad little girl... little girl Close your eyes and listen close I know just how much you love it If you speak you lose your turn So shut your mouth before I fuck it Everyone's got a secret Tell me all about yours Love. Hate. Oh how we play the game Cold soul No sense of self-control Love. Hate. Unsure to pass or play Cold soul Now we're out of control Roses are red, and my heart is black We creep about the floor to indulge like rats Enraptured, we walk to nurse our obsession Cause the roles that we play are paved with cruel intentions Well Mrs. Pharmacist... if you insist I've got a dirty dirty dirty dirty dirty little secret And I'm not not not sure that I wanna keep it So we feed ourselves lies to submit to the shadows And I just wanna shake you by your little perfect fucking halo Everyone's got a secret What's yours? What's yours? Don't be shy, I'll never repeat it.