Got skeletons in my closet
Psychologically that is
Got a husband in the attic
Well he must be psychosomatic
While he's asleep, I write the checks but the title feels weird
Around my neck
Oh I tried to keep fear at my side
But he's six feet tall
And he's hard to hide
Got skeletons in my closet
And a husband in the attic
And if you want to know more about it
From all of your various sources
I see some of you
Getting away
With it
And frankly
It makes me sick
It makes me sick
I wouldn't have done
Whatever it was but I just didn't know
What the punishment was
Oh I tried I kept him at my side
But he chewed through the door
And he walked outside
To ruin all of our lives
To ruin all of our lives