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!).

No Bullshit From You

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!
 

Cho:

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.