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!