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