Story Behind the Song
Manager's Note: This song was written and performed several years prior to the Clinton scandals in the Whitehouse.
Lyrics
Skeletons in the closet, hiding from your past.
Skeletons in the closet, nobody better ask.
When the politician, he come around. Shakin' hands and kissing babies all over town. He's a family man until he's won. He's got a mistress in a bungalow and a bastard son.
(Chorus)
Skeletons in the closet, you failed to tell the truth.
Gotta monkey on your back and he's gonna bite you.
Skeletons in the closet, scaring you to death.
Gotta rope made of lies and it's wrapped around your neck.
Now he's in office, Washington D.C.
A champion of the people, he wants what's right for you and me.
Gonna downsize the government, payoff the national debt.
But we end up payin' for the evil in the world. They're running drugs and guns...you bet.
(Chorus) (Musical Bridge) (Solo)
The poor politician, can't do right when he's so worn.
His alcoholic wife's got a gun to her head; daughter Judie's doing porn.
The poor politician, can't go home alone.
Japanese Mafia needs to collect what you owe.
The poor politician's not so wholesome underneath.
His great big smile's filled with all kinda holes, he's been lyin thru his teeth.
Poor people of America, your lives are filled with strife. You sat on your hands and ya didn't vote and now the politician runs your life.
We've all got...
(Chorus)
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