You're nothing but a whitewashed tomb Clean on the outside But full of dead man's bones Your soul knows no life But you say no one should question you No on can talk to you There's just no getting through Full of your altar ego Spiritual fashion show You're a whitewashed tomb The Spirit's like the wind blows How could you know which way He goes Pretending that you have control Of a God you barely know You're a whitewashed tomb You're a whitewashed tomb