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