So you want where we came from

So you want where we came from do you where the blankets are thin for the outs and thick for the ins you want   your tired trains full of you  to you more you
                            and your planters while planting you     plant pilgrims who        while dosing you     wear tearages of wild fancy blooms scented in you  
                                                        planting pickles and calling them quills
who go on for some reason and write their own reasons for giving you more you what a terrific magic so tidy and blessed
       you who is destined to die will live on in stench and staunch reckoning because you will die
                      you      who is destined to ditch will be loved by the ones left and love to be left
So you want where we came from do you    pockets bleak bones and only banks feel the real can fill the reals with wondering pictures now    and then when lost letters meant you could blend dropping r's and a's meant you could blend   working dumb and dirty destined to kill meant that you could blend   carve her up gentleman for she is vast and wants to be less      smoke your blends and feel the cloud as she does  less is more
                        blend   like the   poor and life  blends as if it means something       you    then  made them believe in you            back then                  so why not now
  so you want where we came from do you     a faucet of phosphor       strike a match and drink       bleed cows and crawl away from the seeded sickness you gives you and me for the antidote is obviously money and always has been           she wild       is wilting again and she is gone  groaning to someone else           bearing burnt ends and bland shirts blends to    so play along    you say      it matters to me that you     me more then you and we comply again       and therein feel       a different feel    dance to a different dose     and caliph to a different bridge owned by you  for you figured this out a long time ago        and          passing it along to the in death secrets     is your you you keep to yourself
and so you want where we came from do you yet again      for the rugs need cleaning and there are spots on the porcelain
                                    its hard to get good help these days
or flip the record to the b side and listen to the last song
tell me lie and tell me its real      tell me its new  because it is a new lie    for it is new and pure
                tell me its cautious of its neighborhoods so to believe                  tell me close    so i believe  the shock  is pewter pot    meat and veg    the cancer unknown   slowly leaking
                  dot the ire    and lend nothing else    and they will love you
So you want where we came from do you   we want us so you give us you and tell us  
         its us  to be had if we'd just let you do it     we will have us at last     and we believe