The Dead Milkmen - The Infant of Prague Customized My Van lyrics
[The Dead Milkmen - The Infant of Prague Customized My Van lyrics]
Saint Teresa of the Sacred Heart is 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
Their 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 color 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
Honest to God you can lay 'em in sod
In coffins made of wood
And when they're exhumed
Where they're entombed
They'll still look pretty good
Believe it or not some saints don't rot
Their 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
Where they're entombed
They'll still look pretty good
Saints preserve us
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
Their 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 color 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
Honest to God you can lay 'em in sod
In coffins made of wood
And when they're exhumed
Where they're entombed
They'll still look pretty good
Believe it or not some saints don't rot
Their 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
Where they're entombed
They'll still look pretty good
Saints preserve us