Death Of A Salesman (исполнитель: Low)
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 presence in 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've burnt my guitar in a rage But the fire came to us In your white fe???? ????sed So somehow I just know that is safe