The Privateers
by Andrew Bird
From the album: Noble Beast
Track 12 of 14 on Noble Beast (2009).
Duration: 3:24
Lyrics for The Privateers
Don't sell me anything Your one time offer, so uncalled-for You call it peace of mind 'Cause I can see your house from here Now all the 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, auto, 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 all the weather's 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