Lyrics
I heard you been creeping 'round
'Bout the time that sun goes down
You been talking in your sleep
And it's been going on for weeks
And I been solving 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
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
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
Got skeletons in your closet
And I got bones to pick with them
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
Got skeletons in your closet
And I got bones to pick with
Bones to pick with
Bones to pick with them, hey
