Lyrics The Dead Milkmen

The Dead Milkmen

The Infant Of Prague Customized My Van

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

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