Lyrics

I watched you as we watched the grey suits Put the box into the car He was a big man it took 11 men But he didn't need a cadillac or a piano case To put him in the ground To put him in the ground We slipped downstairs i used to know you You used to shine from far away I said i hate these things i dont know How to act or what to say I watched you as the undertaker Smiled as he counted up The gold teeth in his pocket And you talked about your job You talked about your job You had all the easy answers Broken down to a third grade math When they ask about you I'll say she's a bag She's a bag of nice round numbers