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