Letras:Gatsby's American Dream. Beware Beware.

Beware, beware out of their closets
The skeletons are coming
Come down with me where the woods meet the water
Let's get away from your dirty little secrets

Notice the silence as we submerge in water
By moonlight stay down stay under
Don't come up a little bit longer
A little bit longer now don't hold your breath

Your face is bloating and quickly becoming perfect
Your skeletons aren't much of a problem now