Song | So Damn Pure |
Artist | Cass McCombs |
Album | Not The Way |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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. |
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 manlike 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. |
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 manlike 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. |