Skeletons By Brothers Osborne
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
*** time to come to Jesus
You got skeletons in your closet
It’s written all over your face
Every little lie stacked so ***
Can’t keep your story straight
I don’t know-oh-oh
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 ***
Can’t keep your story straight
I don’t know-oh-oh
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 ***
Can’t keep your story straight
I don’t know-oh-oh
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!