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book on tape worm - death of a salesman lyrics

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please just don’t speak of me as a moral authority
the papers you left
the stack on my desk
mean less to me than cents or farthings in any foreign currency

and your forehead’s glistening as i’m not listening
your tie looks too tight
i think that you’re choking
and i would pay a full day’s wage for my hands to be in your necktie’s place

it’s the death of a salesman
the birth of a free man
here’s your commission: the axe

it’s the death of a salesman
the birth of a free man
look after your children

the service you provide is minuscule
i surmise with my eyes
that you lack the tools of a good salesman, son
it’s not for everyone, and the world needs more good garbagemen

this truly is a race for rats
the hair on your face reminds me of that
i’m through with you and, here
just so we’re clear: i hope you cut yourself sculpting your beard

it’s the death of a salesman
the birth of a free man
here’s your commission: the axe

it’s the death of a salesman
the birth of a free man
look after your children

dig my grave
dig my grave
dig my grave
dig my grave
dig my grave
dig my grave
dig my grave

- book on tape worm lyrics

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