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Dead Milkmen

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    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

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    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

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