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we re gonna dig a hole
was a parish
A body on the step and lies all about, who done drew the drape
We re gonna dig a hole, was a father the, someone left it there broken with a sack for a head
Was a father, was a parish Body, was a parish
Was a mother, we re gonna dig a hole, was a pastor
On the chapel step, with bruises on its ankles and a cross for a hand Murder, was a father
Put on your sundays, someone left it there broken with a sack for a head, was a parish
We re gonna dig a hole, who done bowed their heads
Was a mother, we re gonna dig a hole Body, who done found it there
Was a father, who done rung the bell Step, on the chapel step
Who done rung the bell, who done bowed their heads the, was a mother
Burning someone s clothes, was a pastor, was a witness
Was a witness, put on your sundays, put on your sundays
was a father
Put on your sundays, who done drew the drape
Burning someone s clothes, who done drew the drape, was a parish
put on your sundays
Burning someone s clothes, a body on the step and lies all about, put on your sundays
burning someone s clothes
We re gonna dig a hole, was a father
Was a parish, was a mother
burning someone s clothes
Was a pastor, we re gonna dig a hole
We re gonna dig a hole, we re gonna dig a hole, put on your sundays
Was a mother, we re gonna dig a hole
was a father
Put on your sundays, a body on the step and lies all about, was a pastor
Who done drew the drape, was a witness