Owen Pallett
Blue Imelda
Blue Imelda, she's the saddest bitch in all of Spectrum
She can't rely on business to keep herself satisfied
For we are only farmers, and the love of a farmer
Has one hand on the headboard and the other hand in the soil

Oh Lord, I'm yours forever, I will never take a lover
I'll keep myself as pious as my body will allow
For I am just a farmer, and the body of a farmer
Has one eye on the pussy and the other on the plow

I bow, I bend deeply
I'm sheepish and barely
Able to say it from beginning to the end
Your shirt is torn to ribbons
Woman, can I take you as a friend?