You're nothing but a whitewashed tom
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 tom
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 tom
You're a whitewashed tomb