Forty-eight years of livin

An angel in disguise

Forty-eight years of lovin

Smilin with my eyes

Forty-eight years of memories

Neatly tucked away

When daylight dies, I hear them rise

And dance upon their grave



Whats that sound

Comin from the dresser on a night as black as pitch?

Whats that sound

Comin from the bureau, do I dare turn on the switch?

Them bones, them bones, them dry bones

All bleached and deathly white

Ive got skeletons in my closet and

Theyre rattlin tonight



The cheat bones connected to deceit bones

And thereby connected to lies

I-love-yous said indiscriminately make the sockets for the eyes

The love bones knock against the hate bones

And fingers click in time

There wont be sleep for the weary tonight

Cause all those bones are mine



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Hup, Hup, theyre in my closet now

Hup, Hup, Hup, Im trying to forsake em

Hup, Hup, theyre in my dresser now

Hup Hup Hup, I wouldnt wanna wake em



Hup, Hup, theyre in my closet now

Hup, Hup, Hup, Im trying to forsake em

Hup, Hup, theyre in my dresser now

Hup Hup Hup, I wouldnt wanna wake em