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 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 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 wanna 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 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, 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