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!
