SKELETONS IN MY CLOSET!

(Chorus)
If you could count the bones in my closet.
You would find a dozen,skeleton bones.
Skull,bones know it,like the flaming posit.
So what you waiting for,you better run!

(Hook)
Run,if you count the skeletons in my closet.
Count the skeletons in my closet.

Hundrerd years later,the conscious still there.
Blood,smelling carcus in my closet.
An guess what?,it still there.
Can't bring myself,to shovel it out.
An when I do try,do it.
I just shit bricks,an get the fuck on out.
Bodies dead,but souls still live on.
I would know,I hear the bastards haunt me.
Letting me know,that I aren't fucking alone.
What you do,when the spirit lives on,the body
Just stays a burden in the environment.
Just staying an keeping you awake,
For the third time right for the agnoligment.
So I just blank it out(ghost noise).
Shut the fuck up,leave me alone,
For fuck sake!

(Hook)
Run,if you count the skeletons in my closet.
Count the skeletons in my closet.

(Chorus)
If you could count the bones in my closet.
You would find a dozen,skeleton bones.
Skull,bones know it,like the flaming posit.
So what you waiting for,you better run!