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 f**k 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 f**king halo

Everyone's got a secret

What's yours? What's yours?

Don't be shy, I'll never repeat it.