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A Body On The Step - Lyrics

Put on your Sundays,
We're gonna dig a hole
Put on your Sundays,
We're gonna dig a hole
Put on your Sundays,
We're gonna dig a hole
Put on your Sundays,
We're gonna dig a hole

Was a body, was a body on the chapel step
Was a body, was a body on the chapel step
Someone left it there broken
With a sack for a head
A body on the step and lies all about
Was a body, was a body on the chapel step
Was a body, was a body on the chapel step

Put on your Sundays,
We're gonna dig a hole
Put on your Sundays,
We're gonna dig a hole

Was a pastor, was a pastor
Who done found it there
Was a pastor, was a pastor
Who done found it there
With bruises on its ankles
And a cross for a hand
A body on the step and lies all about
Was a pastor, was a pastor
Who done found it there
Was a pastor, was a pastor
Who done found it there

Put on your Sundays,
We're gonna dig a hole
Put on your Sundays,
We're gonna dig a hole

Was a father, was father
Who done rung the bell
Was a father, was a father
Who done rung the bell
With scratches on his cheek
And beer on his breath
A body on the step and lies all about
Was a father, was a father
Who done rung the bell
Was a father, was a father
Who done rung the bell

Put on your Sundays,
We're gonna dig a hole
Put on your Sundays,
We're gonna dig a hole
Put on your Sundays,
We're gonna dig a hole
Put on your Sundays,
We're gonna dig a hole

Was a mother, was a mother
Burning someone's clothes
Was a mother, was a mother
Burning someone's clothes
With rope in her apron
And black for an eye
A body on the step and lies all about
Was a mother, was a mother
Burning someone's clothes
Was a mother, was a mother
Burning someone's clothes

Put on your Sundays,
We're gonna dig a hole
Put on your Sundays,
We're gonna dig a hole

Was a witness, was a witness
Who done drew the drape
Was a witness, was a witness
Who done drew the drape
With blood on his dogs
And mud in his hair
A body on the step and lies all about
Was a witness, was a witness
Who done drew the drape
Was a witness, was a witness
Who done drew the drape

Put on your Sundays,
We're gonna dig a hole
Put on your Sundays,
We're gonna dig a hole

Was a parish, was a parish
Who done bowed their heads
Was a parish, was a parish
Who done bowed their heads
With sweat on their buckles
And psalms on their mouth
A body on the step and lies all about
Was a parish, was a parish
Who done bowed their heads
Was a parish, was a parish
Who done bowed their heads

Put on your Sundays,
We're gonna dig a hole
Put on our Sundays,
We're gonna dig a hole
Put on your Sundays,
We're gonna dig a hole
Put on your Sundays,
We're gonna dig a hole
End

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