Death of a Salesman by Goodbye Mr. Mackenzie Lyrics

[Verse 1]
....skinny little man ..... of the ......
Hanging out at nightclubs on their own
He's all smoke and whisky highs and water in his eyes
As he wonders why he's sitting there alone

And when the sun wakes she can see him sipping coffee in the lounge
As he glances over the early morning mail
As out of fashion trousers tell the world just what he is
He's made of hotel rooms and third-class British Rail

[Chorus]
The death of a salesman
The death of a salesman
The death of a salesman
The woods are burning

The death of a salesman
The death of a salesman
The death of a salesman
The woods are burning
[Verse 2]
....young girls in the greying of his ...
And why they all ignore him he doesn't know
And his wife has found the summer in the autumn of her life
And he'll never see his grandchildren grow

One day they'll find him in the river with his briefcase in hand
His obituary will be his claim to fame
But they'll never ever find out who this little person was
He'll be buried in a grave without a name

[Chorus 2]
The death of a salesman
The death of a salesman
The death of a salesman
The woods are burning

The death of a salesman
The death of a salesman
The death of a salesman
The woods are burning

[middle-8]
The death of a salesman
The death of a salesman
The death of a salesman
The woods are burning
The death of a salesman
The death of a salesman
The death of a salesman
The woods are burning

[outro]
The death of a salesman
The death of a salesman
The death of a salesman
The woods are burning

The death of a salesman
The death of a salesman
The death of a salesman
The woods are burning