Death of a Salesman

So I took my guitar

And I threw down some chords

And some words I could sing without shameAnd I soon had a song

I played it around

For some friends but they all said the sameThey said music's for fools

You should go back to school

The future is prisms and mathSo I did what they said

Now my children are fed

'Cause they pay me to do what I'm askedI forgot all my songs

The words now are wrong

And I burned my guitar in a rageBut the fire came to rest

In your white velvet breast

So somehow I just know that it's safe