Skeletons

I heard you been creepin' 'round

'Bout the time that sun goes down

You been talkin' in your sleep and

It's been goin' on for weeks and I been

Solvin' puzzle pieces

High time to come to Jesus

You got skeletons in your closet

It's written all over your face

Every little lie, stacked so high

Can't keep your story straight

I don't know how they got there

It's getting under my skin

You got skeletons in your closet

And I got bones to pick with them, oh

I was born in the morning

But I wasn't born yesterday

Deep into your inventory's

Gonna send me to an early grave, yeah

You got skeletons in your closet

It's written all over your face

Every little lie, stacked so high

Can't keep your story straight

I don't know how they got there

It's getting under my skin

You got skeletons in your closet

And I got bones to pick with them

Well, you got skeletons in your closet

It's written all over your face

Every little lie, stacked so high

Can't keep your story straight

I don't know how they got there

It's getting under my skin

You got skeletons in your closet

And I got bones to pick with—

Bones to pick with—

Bones to pick with them, hey!