A Body On The Step
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 a 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
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 mouths
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
Un Cuerpo en el Escalón
Ponte tus domingos, vamos a cavar un hoyo
Ponte tus domingos, vamos a cavar un hoyo
Había un cuerpo, había un cuerpo, en el escalón de la capilla
Había un cuerpo, había un cuerpo, en el escalón de la capilla
Alguien lo dejó allí roto con un saco por cabeza
Un cuerpo en el escalón y mentiras por todas partes
Había un cuerpo, había un cuerpo, en el escalón de la capilla
Había un cuerpo, había un cuerpo, en el escalón de la capilla
Ponte tus domingos, vamos a cavar un hoyo
Ponte tus domingos, vamos a cavar un hoyo
Era un pastor, era un pastor, quien lo encontró allí
Era un pastor, era un pastor, quien lo encontró allí
Con moretones en los tobillos y una cruz por mano
Un cuerpo en el escalón y mentiras por todas partes
Era un pastor, era un pastor, quien lo encontró allí
Era un pastor, era un pastor, quien lo encontró allí
Ponte tus domingos, vamos a cavar un hoyo
Ponte tus domingos, vamos a cavar un hoyo
Era un padre, era un padre, quien tocó la campana
Era un padre, era un padre, quien tocó la campana
Con rasguños en la mejilla y cerveza en el aliento
Un cuerpo en el escalón y mentiras por todas partes
Era un padre, era un padre, quien tocó la campana
Era un padre, era un padre, quien tocó la campana
Ponte tus domingos, vamos a cavar un hoyo
Ponte tus domingos, vamos a cavar un hoyo
Era una madre, era una madre, quemando la ropa de alguien
Era una madre, era una madre, quemando la ropa de alguien
Con una cuerda en su delantal y un ojo negro
Un cuerpo en el escalón y mentiras por todas partes
Era una madre, era una madre, quemando la ropa de alguien
Era una madre, era una madre, quemando la ropa de alguien
Ponte tus domingos, vamos a cavar un hoyo
Ponte tus domingos, vamos a cavar un hoyo
Era un testigo, era un testigo, quien corrió la cortina
Era un testigo, era un testigo, quien corrió la cortina
Con sangre en sus perros y barro en su cabello
Un cuerpo en el escalón y mentiras por todas partes
Era un testigo, era un testigo, quien corrió la cortina
Era un testigo, era un testigo, quien corrió la cortina
Ponte tus domingos, vamos a cavar un hoyo
Ponte tus domingos, vamos a cavar un hoyo
Era una parroquia, era una parroquia, quienes inclinaron sus cabezas
Era una parroquia, era una parroquia, quienes inclinaron sus cabezas
Con sudor en sus hebillas y salmos en sus bocas
Un cuerpo en el escalón y mentiras por todas partes
Era una parroquia, era una parroquia, quienes inclinaron sus cabezas
Era una parroquia, era una parroquia, quienes inclinaron sus cabezas
Ponte tus domingos, vamos a cavar un hoyo
Ponte tus domingos, vamos a cavar un hoyo