Everyone has stories They bore me (they bore me) The ends are feeling nervous Their stories, they bore me
Everyone's got Skeletons in their closet Don't ask me Where they got it You should've told the truth a long time ago Liar, Liar! (I told you so)
Digging up the corpses (once again) Tell me another story Digging up the corpses That haunt you, that haunt you Digging up the corpses (once again) Tell me another story Digging up the corpses (once again) Corpses, corpses (once again) Corpses... digging... up the... corpses... once again
Back to another story That haunts me (that haunts me) Somone sheared the wolf from the story That haunts you (that haunts you)
Everyone's got...
Digging up the corpses (once again)...
Digging (digging, digging, digging) Up the (up the, up the, up the) Corpses (corpses, corpses, corpses)
I should have never let you in Your soul is full of sin Now your starting to begin Digging up the corpses again