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