The Confession - Andrew Bird

Don’t tell me anything… anyhow

your contribution, proposed solution fails for now

cause I can see your house from here

now the leaves have fallen, dear

you’re such a little privateer

as your confession draws mor enear

Don’t sell me anything… of any kind

your one time offer is so uncalled for

you call it piece of mind

but I don’t want your life insurance

home auto health fire insurance

just make this basic inference

employs a little common sense

Time and again I find I’m listless or rather fistless

in time that’s what I find

Carry me to Mecca with what you may devine

take me with you, take me with you, don’t leave me behind

Don’t tell me anything… anyhow

your trite donation, commercialization

won’t hold water now

'cause I can see your ship from here

now the weather’s bright and clear

you’re such a little privateer

as your confession draws near