Listen and make your own on Suno.
Verse 1
You point your finger from your polished porch,
Talk like your halo came factory-torched,
Got a Bible open and a bottle hid,
Ain’t no saint alive that don’t bury a lid,
You see my scars and my Friday nights,
Hear my cuss words and my barroom fights,
But every smile in this crooked town
Keeps one dark little box nailed down
Chorus
What’s in your closet rattlin’ around?
What makes you shake when the lights go down?
Tell me what’s wrong, tell me what’s right,
Who made you judge another man’s life?
I ain’t clean and I ain’t pretendin’
But neither are the ones doin’ the condemnin’
Everybody’s ghosts make some kinda sound…
So what’s in your closet rattlin’ around?
Verse 2
One man cheats and another one steals,
One hides pills behind Sunday meals,
One wears diamonds bought with lies,
One drinks regret till his spirit dries,
Me? I sing it right out loud,
Middle finger to the judgment crowd,
‘Cause secrets grow where silence lives,
And guilt takes more than the devil gives
Chorus
What’s in your closet rattlin’ around?
What makes you sweat when truth gets found?
Tell me what’s wrong, tell me what’s right,
When everybody sins in the dead of night,
You can dress it up in a suit and tie,
Still hear them skeletons scratch inside,
Every soul drags chains it never talks about…
What’s in your closet rattlin’ around?
Bridge
Ain’t lookin’ for forgiveness tonight,
Just tired of folks actin’ black and white,
Truth is ugly, truth is mean,
And nobody’s hands stay perfectly clean
Final Chorus
What’s in your closet rattlin’ around?
That old fear makin’ all that sound,
You say I’m lost, maybe that’s true,
But hell… I got questions about you too,
So before you nail me to your cross,
Count your demons and count your loss,
‘Cause judgment’s cheap when the whiskey’s brown…
And everybody’s closet rattles somehow.
