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, I wanna keep it

So we feed ourselves lies to submit to the shadows

'Cause we just want to dance under our pretty, perfect halos

Yeah, 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'll lose your tongue

So shut your mouth before I fuck it

I've got a dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty little secret

And I'm not, not, not sure that I, I wanna keep it

So we feed ourselves lies to submit to the shadows

'Cause we just want to dance under our pretty, perfect halos

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

A time 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, 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