Death Of A Salesman

So I took my guitar



And I threw down some chords



And some words I could sing without shame



And I soon had a song



I played it around



For some friends but they all said the same



They said music's for fools



You should go back to school



The future is prisms and math



So I did what they said



Now my children are fed



'Cause they pay me to do what I'm asked



I forgot all my songs



The words now are wrong



And I burned my guitar in a rage



But the fire came to rest



In your white velvet breast



So somehow I just know that it's safe