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 prisons 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