Dead Milkmen The Infant of Prague Customized my van Lyrics:
Saint Teresa the Sacred parted us in 1783
Her body was found incorrupt with no sign of decay
Saint Frances Xavier got dug up in 1975
All the priests were really
relieved when he looked like he was
still alive

Believe it or not
Some saints don't rot
They're bodies don't decay
While most of us
Just turn to dust
Shortly after we pass away

Saint Bernadette still looks
mighty fresh though she's been
dead for years
Her cheeks still have a pinkish hue and
there's colour in her ears
Saint Josaphat looked like a
drowned rat when they fished him
out of the river
Yet after a week he didn't even reek and
that made the heathens shiver

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Honest to God
You can lay 'em in sod
In coffins made of wood
And when they're exhumed
From where they're entombed
They'll still look pretty good

Believe it or not
Some saints don't rot
They're bodies don't decay
While most of us
Just turn to dust
Shortly after we pass away

Saint Andrew was flayed alive and his
tongue ripped from his head
Yet everyone who saw him agreed that
he looked even better dead
Saint Catherine Laboure is tucked away
in a tiny church in Paris
Though she looks pretty neat I'm
afraid they cheated, she's filled
with carbolic acid!

Honest to God
You can lay 'em in sod
In coffins made of wood
And when they're exhumed
From where they're entombed
They'll still look pretty good

Saints preserve us
Lyrics: The Infant of Prague Customized my van, Dead
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