Takin' notes in her bible
greetin' people at the door
She's searchin' for a purpose
Scrollin' through designer purses
from a dark corner of the house
With one click of the mouse
Skeletons, skeletons, skeletons
Yeah, the closet gets harder an
Skeletons, skeletons, skeletons
Broken to pieces, piled on the ground
We all got em, we all carry em
Yeah, they breathed from the den
Skeletons, skeletons, skeletons
If he told you how he grew up
All the shit that he been through
Yeah, you'd say he'd been
Then you might understand
Who pours his demons in a whiskey glass
He drinks to forget them,
And in the morning starts it over again
Always twelve steps forward,
Skeletons, skeletons, skeletons
Yeah, the closet gets harder an
Skeletons, skeletons, skeletons
Broken to pieces, piled on the ground
We all got them, we all carry them
Yeah, they raised from the dead
When we thought that we buried them
The baggage is heavy on the chest
Getting by as this old world turns
Skeletons, skeletons, skeletons
Yeah, the closet gets harder
Skeletons, skeletons, skeletons
Broken to pieces, piled on the ground
We all got them, we all carry them
Yeah, they've raised from the dead
When we thought that we buried them
Skeletons, skeletons, skeletons
Skeletons, skeletons, skeletons