You've got your make-upnIt covers your scars, my dearnI've got a guitar and live out of carsnI fear you've got a problemnAnd I've got the curenRhythm or bulletsnWhat would you prefer?nnAnd everyone's got a secret in hidingnAnd everyone's got a secret they hold so truenI've got timenBut I've got no time for younnKiss me like you mean itnCause I've got everything to losenI've been runnin' round and round in circlesnSince the day this all fell throughnI've got fifteen seconds to change your mindnI've got fifteen bucks that says I'm out of timenI hope you do wellnShe said I'll see you in HellnI know your big fat secretnAnd I'm dying to tellnnI've got my regretsnBut I never hide my fearnYou've got a new testnBut I've got the answers herenWe've got our problemsnBut one things for surenMisfortunes so temptingnDoes that sound obscurennAnd everyone's got a secret in hidingnAnd everyone's got a secret they hold so truenI've got plansnBut they've got nothing to do with you