Brent Lindsay - Skeletons Lyrics

Sister Josephine gripped her rosary beads
And called the sinners out
Hail Mary, Hallelujah
But nobody made a sound

Rumours breed, thick as thieves
Cursed be the tounge of a liar
Church bells fuel the slack jaw saints
Like gasoline on a fire

You got one hand on the bible
You got one foot in the grave
Those skeletons in your closet
Won't keep the devil away

There's a band of heathens, cussing a screaming
The wrath of a gypsy scorned
Muffled sounds of madness
Soul twisted and torn

The wind cries out like a banshee's howl
Feel it in your bones
Black crowe on the wire
We're all gonna die alone