No Bullshit From You by Amos

Amos' Comments:  Here's looking atcha, 'Spaw, me lad; some misbegotten muse who couldn't read a map showed up in my headbones this afternoon reciting the following, which it seemed to me should be dedicated to you (not at you, please understand!).

Spaw's Response:  Truly lovely there Amos.........Although I am confused about the bullshit stuff.  I'm honest and sincere, basically a shy guy who would never dare to offend and wouldn't say feces if he had a faceful.  I'm generally so kind and considerate that its embarrassing to watch me kowtow to the higher life forms that rule my life.  My every breath is so sweet, it smells like Carnation milk.  I wouldn't dream of provoking those around me with sarcastic and nasty references, just not in my makeup.  So I am a bit confused by any reference to me in terms of giving bullshit to anyone.  Amos, I want you to know and be assured that I mean it with all due humbleness and with deep respect when I say fockoffasshole, which I believe is a German word, although its meaning is unknown to me.  -- Spaw


I've sailed across the open seas, 
At least four out of seven, 
I worked down on the hard-luck strand 
Where fortune comes unleavened 
I've cracked my bones a'breaking rock 
In hopes of finding gold 
And I've lived the soft suburban style 
And slowly, I've grown old; 
So I'm looking out from many years 
And I guess I think it's true 
I will share your joy, and support your tears 
But I want no bullshit from you!

Chorus:
The trains come in, the trains go out 
We're all on the same damn ride 
And each of us knows exactly how 
The truth should be described 
And you may say it's pale mauve 
And I know damn well its blue 
So even though you have my love, 
I want no bullshit from you 

I have let you whine and cry and pout 
When that was what you wanted 
And I've shut my mouth when those about, 
Their ditzy feelings vaunted. 
When you were feeling put upon 
I'd help you from your maze 
And trim your sheets and tend your helm, 
And tighten down your stays; 
And I have not run the open seas 
As I would have loved to do; 
So darlin' pay attention please, 
I'll have no bullshit from you. 

I've watched you try the temples on 
And spout their mindless slogans 
And I helped you out when your life got stuck 
In that hippie's beaded hogan! 
And I'll always drive you home again 
If your path seems a dead end 
And I hope you know I always hope 
To be an honest friend; 
But I got to say, from my heart of hearts 
And you'd best believe its true 
Although I hope we never part, 
I want no bullshit from you.