Skeletons In My Closet


Forty-eight years of livin’
An angel in disguise
Forty-eight years of lovin’
Smilin’ with my eyes
Forty-eight years of memories
Neatly tucked away
When daylight dies, I hear them rise
And dance upon their grave

What’s that sound
Comin’ from the dresser on a night as black as pitch?
What’s that sound
Comin’ from the bureau, do I dare turn on the switch?
Them bones, them bones, them dry bones
All bleached and deathly white
I’ve got skeletons in my closet and
They’re rattlin’ tonight

The cheat bone’s connected to deceit bones
And thereby connected to lies
I-love-yous said indiscriminately make the sockets for the eyes
The love bones knock against the hate bones
And fingers click in time
There won’t be sleep for the weary tonight
’Cause all those bones are mine

(Backgrounds)

Hup, Hup, they’re in my closet now
Hup, Hup, Hup, I’m trying to forsake ’em
Hup, Hup, they’re in my dresser now
Hup Hup Hup, I wouldn’t wanna wake ’em

Hup, Hup, they’re in my closet now
Hup, Hup, Hup, I’m trying to forsake ’em
Hup, Hup, they’re in my dresser now
Hup Hup Hup, I wouldn’t wanna wake ’em

 

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