Skeletons in your closet
itching to come outside
messing with your conscience
in a way your face cannot hide.

Oh, things are getting very funky
down at the old corral,
and it is not the skunks that are stinking
but, it is the stinking lies that you tell.

What did your mama tell you about lies?
She said it was not polite to tell a white one!
What did your daddy tell you about lies?
He said one white one turns into a black one!

So, it is getting ready to blow
It is getting ready to show
Somebody shot off at the mouth and
we are getting ready to know

It is getting ready to drop
It is getting ready to shock
Somebody done turned up the heater
and it is getting ready to pop.

Crevices in your pantry
Now what do we have in here?
Having a daytime nightmare
has always been your biggest fear.

Oh, things are getting very crucial
up the old wazoo
Yet you cry, why am I the victim?
When the culprit is y-o-u.

What did your mama tell you about lies?
She said it was not polite to tell a white one!
What did your daddy tell you about lies?
He said one white one turns into a black one!

So, it is getting ready to blow
It is getting ready to show
Somebody shot off at the mouth and
We are getting ready to know

It is getting ready to drop
It is getting ready to shock
Somebody done turned up the heater
And it is getting ready to pop.

It is getting ready to seep
you are getting ready to freak
somebody done picked up the talk box
it is getting ready to speak.

It is getting ready to jive
you are getting ready to gel
somebody done gone let the lid off,
and it is getting ready to smell.

They are getting ready to deal
you are getting ready to ill
somebody done just dropped the big dime
and they are getting ready to squeal.

It is getting ready to turn
we are getting ready to learn
somebody done fired up the brimstone
and you are getting ready to burn.

It is getting ready to shake
you are getting ready to ache
somebody done snitched to the news crew
and it is getting ready to break.

You are getting ready to lie
they are getting ready to spy
somebody is been put on the hot seat
and you are getting ready to fry.

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