Bones
You preach about values, what's wrong and what's right
You always cast judgements on which sinners you'd smite
But if I were the one in your shoes, I'd be more contrite
'Cause we all have our secrets that we keep in our homes
So I passed by your glass house from which you throw your stones
And I peaked in your closet, I saw more than just bones
Well nobody's perfect, yeah least of all you
So stop writing this fiction when it's clearly not true
This facade needs to end 'cause your lies are now bleeding through
'Cause we all have our secrets that we keep in our homes
So I passed by your glass house from which you throw your stones
And I peaked in your closet, I saw more than just bones
You're fronting a disguise but the one thing I despise is a hypocrite
Is thievery a crime? You believe your secret's fine 'til you slip a bit
You're preaching of virtue and sin, but your teachings just hurt you within
Isn't it eloquent, the only skeleton in your closet's the one under your skin
'Cause we all have our secrets that we keep in our homes
So I passed by your glass house from which you throw your stones
And I peaked in your closet, I saw more than just bones
More than just bones
You always cast judgements on which sinners you'd smite
But if I were the one in your shoes, I'd be more contrite
'Cause we all have our secrets that we keep in our homes
So I passed by your glass house from which you throw your stones
And I peaked in your closet, I saw more than just bones
Well nobody's perfect, yeah least of all you
So stop writing this fiction when it's clearly not true
This facade needs to end 'cause your lies are now bleeding through
'Cause we all have our secrets that we keep in our homes
So I passed by your glass house from which you throw your stones
And I peaked in your closet, I saw more than just bones
You're fronting a disguise but the one thing I despise is a hypocrite
Is thievery a crime? You believe your secret's fine 'til you slip a bit
You're preaching of virtue and sin, but your teachings just hurt you within
Isn't it eloquent, the only skeleton in your closet's the one under your skin
'Cause we all have our secrets that we keep in our homes
So I passed by your glass house from which you throw your stones
And I peaked in your closet, I saw more than just bones
More than just bones
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Writer(s): Kevin Sanderson
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