Bones

I seen an old fool in a graveyard
He was looking at an unmarked stone
He says, «As far as sins go
I’ve done all seven and then some
I’ve done everything that I shouldn’t
And nothing that I oughta
I’ve buried myself in six-foot of redemption»
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Well I seen the light
And I hid in the shadows that it casts
Every night my past burns up my head
I was a shell of a man, full of liquor, fear, and hate
I can’t say I wouldn’t have turned the stones into bread
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Bones in my closet, they rattle and they moan
Bones in my closet, they rattle and they moan
Bones in my closet, they tattle and they tell
That I’m a sinful man
Moan
Moan
Moan
Moan
All of my days I’ve been throwing seeds in the choking thorns of the wicked
I had my pleasure of grace right before the fall
The older the sin, the longer the shadow
That’s something that I can attest
I sometimes wonder how Paul sthe deeds of Saul
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Bones in my closet, they rattle and they moan
Bones in my closet, they rattle and they moan
Bones in my closet, they tattle and they tell
That I’m a sinful man
Moan
Moan
Moan
Moan