Bag Nice Round Numbers
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