You've got skeletons in your closet, well mine are out walking 'round
And when that jawbone starts to rattle, it spreads the news all over town
They'll be hanging round the city hall, the rumors start to fly
Before I can explain it, I got nothing left to hide
(Chorus)
They tell who's been cheating, who's been running 'round
They talk about my problems and Lord, it brings me down
(Chorus)
You can't hold them down with shackles, you cant tie them up with chains
They'll slide out on the street at night and dirty up your name
(Chorus)
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