The Confession Paroles

'Cause I can see your house from here

Now the leaves have fallen, dear

You're such a little privateer

As your confession draws more near



Don't sell me anything of any kind

Your one time offers is so uncalled for

You call it peace of mind

But I don't want your life insurance

Home auto health fire insurance


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 divine



Take me with you

Take me with you

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 confessions draws near