The Privateers - Andrew Bird

Don’t sell me anything\nYour one time offer so uncalled for, you call it piece of mind\n'Cause I can see your house from here\nNow leaves have fallen, dear\nI can see you’re just a little privateer\nAs your confession draws more near\nTime and again I find I’m listless or rather fistless\nIn time, oh that’s what I find\nSo carry me to Mecca with what you may divine\nTake me with you, take me with you\nDon’t leave me behind\nOh, 'cause I, I don’t want your life insurance\nHome, motto, health, flood and fire insurance\nOh, just make, please make this basic inference\nAnd speak of me in the present tense\nOh, 'cause I, I can see your ships from here\nNow the weather so bright and clear\nI can see you’re just a little profiteer\nAs your confession draws more near\nAs your confession draws more near\nAs your confession draws more near