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!