The Privateers

Don't sell me anything
Your one time offer so uncalled for, you call it piece of mind
'Cause I can see your house from here
Now leaves have fallen, dearI 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 findSo carry me to Mecca with what you may divine
Take me with you, take me with you
Don't leave me behindOh, '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