Whitewashed Tomb - The Rigs

Followed the path,

Took a bite when she asked,

Saw the truth of the man you’d become,

Searched for a light but in darkness you hide,

For the fear that you’d burn in the sun,

Kissed by the sweetest sin,

A mark now you wear within,

Your secrets keep you and you alone,

Can’t wash away what’s been sealed from the rain,

So you hide 'cause it’s too late to run,

You’ll clean the cup, but won’t drink the blood.

Oh.

tell me what’s a man to do,

You spent your whole life in that whitewashed tomb,

Now they’re comin' for you.

Brothers you’ve killed with a stone in your field,

And you’re marked in a land not your own,

You rule with a kiss and you love with a fist,

Make sure no one knows where you called home,

Even the shadows need the sun to cast facades upon the wall,

Just make it real inside your head,

But the attic is closed to the painting it holds,

So you make beautiful what is dead,

You’ll clean the cup but won’t drink the blood.

Oh, tell me what’s a man to do,

You spent your whole life in that whitewashed tomb,

Now they’re comin' for you,

Now they’re comin' for you.

Come out, come out wherever you are,

Come out, come out, come out,

Come out, come out wherever you are,

Come out, come out, come out

Come out, come out wherever you are,

Come out, come out, come out,

Come out, come out wherever you are,

Come out, come out, come out.

Oh, tell me what’s a man to do,

You spent your whole life in that whitewashed tomb,

Now they’re comin' for you,

Oh, tell me what’s a man to do,

You spent your whole life in that whitewashed tomb,

Now they’re comin' for you,

Now they’re comin' for you.