Lyric Skeletons
Skeletons in your closet
Itchin to come outside
Messin with your conscience
In a way your face can t hide
Oh things are gettin real funky
Down at the old corral
And it s not the skunks that are stinkin
It s the stinkin lies you tell
[Bridge]
What did your mama tell you about lies
She said it wasn t polite to tell a white one
What did your daddy tell you about lies
He said one white lie turns into a black one
So, it s gettin ready to blow
It s gettin ready to show
Somebody shot off at the mouth and
We re getting ready to know
It s gettin ready to drop
It s gettin ready to shock
Somebody done turned up the heater
An a it s gettin ready to pop
Crevices in your pantry
Now what do we have in here
Havin a day time nightmare
Has always been your biggest fear
Oh things are gettin real crucial
Up the old wazoo
Yet you cry, why am I the victim?
When the culprit s y-o-u
[Bridge]
What did your mama tell you about lies
She said it wasn t polite to tell a white one
What did your daddy tell you about lies
He said one white lie turns into a black one
So, it s gettin ready to blow
It s gettin ready to show
Somebody shot off at the mouth and
We re gettin ready to know
It s gettin ready to drop
It s gettin ready to shock
Somebody done turning the heater
An a it s gettin ready to pop
It s gettin ready to seep
You re gettin ready to freak
Somebody done picked up the talk box
And gettin ready to speak
It s gettin ready to jive
It s gettin ready to gel
Somebody done gone let the lid off
And it s gettin ready to smell
They re gettin ready to deal
You re gettin ready to ill
Somebody done just dropped the big dime
And they re gettin ready to squeal
It s gettin ready to turn
We re gettin ready to learn
Somebody done fired up the brimstone
And you re gettin ready to burn
It s gettin ready to shake
You re gettin ready to ache
Somebody done snitched to the news crew
And it s gettin ready to break
You re gettin ready to lie
They re gettin ready to spy
Somebody s been put on the hot seat
And you re gettin ready to fry
Itchin to come outside
Messin with your conscience
In a way your face can t hide
Oh things are gettin real funky
Down at the old corral
And it s not the skunks that are stinkin
It s the stinkin lies you tell
[Bridge]
What did your mama tell you about lies
She said it wasn t polite to tell a white one
What did your daddy tell you about lies
He said one white lie turns into a black one
So, it s gettin ready to blow
It s gettin ready to show
Somebody shot off at the mouth and
We re getting ready to know
It s gettin ready to drop
It s gettin ready to shock
Somebody done turned up the heater
An a it s gettin ready to pop
Crevices in your pantry
Now what do we have in here
Havin a day time nightmare
Has always been your biggest fear
Oh things are gettin real crucial
Up the old wazoo
Yet you cry, why am I the victim?
When the culprit s y-o-u
[Bridge]
What did your mama tell you about lies
She said it wasn t polite to tell a white one
What did your daddy tell you about lies
He said one white lie turns into a black one
So, it s gettin ready to blow
It s gettin ready to show
Somebody shot off at the mouth and
We re gettin ready to know
It s gettin ready to drop
It s gettin ready to shock
Somebody done turning the heater
An a it s gettin ready to pop
It s gettin ready to seep
You re gettin ready to freak
Somebody done picked up the talk box
And gettin ready to speak
It s gettin ready to jive
It s gettin ready to gel
Somebody done gone let the lid off
And it s gettin ready to smell
They re gettin ready to deal
You re gettin ready to ill
Somebody done just dropped the big dime
And they re gettin ready to squeal
It s gettin ready to turn
We re gettin ready to learn
Somebody done fired up the brimstone
And you re gettin ready to burn
It s gettin ready to shake
You re gettin ready to ache
Somebody done snitched to the news crew
And it s gettin ready to break
You re gettin ready to lie
They re gettin ready to spy
Somebody s been put on the hot seat
And you re gettin ready to fry
