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
 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