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A Body on the Step Songtext
von American Murder Song

A Body on the Step Songtext

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 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 father who done rung the bell
Was a father, was 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 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

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