The Privateers 

This takes me back to long car journeys with Emma. More Bird loving…
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

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