Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rats, artist - Motionless In White. Album song Graveyard Shift, in the genre Date of issue: 04.05.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Roadrunner Records
Song language: English
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 |
| Whats yours? |
| whats 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 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?) |
| And don’t be shy, I’ll never repeat it |