Casio Number Forty-Five Songtext

half the furniture is gone,
sold off to pay for his death.
what has this world become when the moon is eclipsed outside of Babylon?
the spade and the wheelbarrow are gone.

we've come back to dig up the dead;
to pawn the jewelry off his fingers.
we shuffled dirt and coin in our hands.

things I'd never so much as imply when you were alive,