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 It lanterns 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