Lyrics So Damn Pure - Cass McCombs

So Damn Pure

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