| 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. |