A Skeleton In The Closet All American, an evil game of extortion A sick old man, and who would guess He was once S.S. A deadly fascination, of a madman′s solution Six million dead, poison tales pollutes his head Tell me a story--Will ya, Will ya A real good story, I won′t leave till ya Spill your guts old man Leave out any secrets, Hiding in the.. Any skeletons, and all your other sins Any skeletons, in the closet Any skeletons, any misfortunes Any skeletons, hiding in the closet Any skeletons, Any skeletons In the Closet! It′s insanity, puppetmaster boy or Nazi Apt pupil, he hears the screams Nightmares...

Оригинальный текст песни Monster – Skillet The secret side of me I never let you see. I keep it caged but I can’t control it. So stay away from me: the beast is ugly. I feel the rage and I just can’t hold it. It’s scratchin on the walls In the closet, in the halls. It comes awake and I can’t control it. Hidin under the bed In my body, in my head. Why won’t somebody come and save me from this? Make it end. I feel it deep within. It’s just beneath the skin. I must confess that I feel like a monster. I hate what I’ve become. The nightmare’s just begun. I must confess that I feel like a monster. I, I feel like a monster...