Death of a Salesman

Daylight burns my eyes The warmer months have passed me by But this time round I'm certain I Will not have lived another year in vein She was just a helping hand And I was just a broken man Living off of broken land Where no one cared to speak my name She tells me 'darkness needn't come' Feeds me zinc and magnesium I tilt my head and swallow 'til Realisation chases her away And when she said 'be free' What she really meant is 'see If you can make it on your own' I don't know why you'd sell Me life insurance when it's pretty clear that I am not too well And the policy suggests I'm valued higher in death than in the sorry life I've lead I am just a salesman You want self respect today man? Every conversation is greeted Just like every other call Seldom do my thoughts digress Beyond the hope of tenderness No, I don't believe in much A fearful thing, to love what death can touch I don't know why you'd sell Me life insurance when it's pretty clear that I am not too well And the policy suggests I'm valued higher in death than in the sorry life I've lead I don't know why you'd sell Me life insurance when it's pretty clear that I am not too well And the policy suggests I'm valued higher in death than in the sorry life I've lead Sorry life I've lead