So Damn Pure - Cass McCombs

You understand

That boy you know

You tell him «Yes,»

But you’re thinking «No.»

Your spray for pests

Is weakly leaked

You run the press

And you judge and preach

You speak the air

The giant falls

And a plague descends

Upon the stalls

As cattle stir…

Disease is cure

As paint on fur…

You’re always

So

Damn

Pure

And the letter from Chase

And the righteous tongue

And the man-like ways

And lends our hall

And stomach pain

And eagle’s thirst

And equal pay

For equal work

And all the while

And all the more

And yonder’s pile

And yonder’s poor

As cattle stir…

Disease is cure

As paint on fur…

You’re always

So

Damn

Pure