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Pure Heat

by The Mountain Goats

on Protein Source Of The Future... Now! (2002)

The wind from the north, flattens the yellow corn.
You come into the house, with your dress torn.

I can see you now, as through a screen.
A smile on your face, your fingers dripping kerosene

Your hair hangs down, over me.
Your hair casts a shadow to cover me.

I can see you now, as through a screen.
A smile on your face, your fingers dripping kerosene

The wind from the north, cools me.
The wind from the north, doesn't fool me.

I can see you now, as through a screen.
A smile on your face, your fingers dripping kerosene