The Privateers

Don't sell me anything Your one time offer so uncalled for, you call it piece of mind 'Cause I can see your house from here Now leaves have fallen, dear I can see you're just a little privateer As your confession draws more near Time and again I find I'm listless or rather fistless In time, oh that's what I find So carry me to Mecca with what you may divine Take me with you, take me with you Don't leave me behind Oh, 'cause I, I don't want your life insurance Home, motto, health, flood and fire insurance Oh, just make, please make this basic inference And speak of me in the present tense Oh, 'cause I, I can see your ships from here Now the weather so bright and clear I can see you're just a little profiteer As your confession draws more near As your confession draws more near As your confession draws more near