This song will become the anthem of your underground,
you're two floors down getting high in the backroom,
if I flooded out your house do you think you'd make it out,
or would you burn up before the water filled your lungs.
And at your funeral I will sing the requiem.
This song will become the anthem of your underground,
you're two floors down getting high in the backroom,
if I flooded out your house do you think you'd make it out,
or would you burn up before the water filled your lungs.
And at your funeral I will sing the requiem,
i'd offer you my hand it would hurt too much too watch you die.
And you can bet when we mourn the death of you that night,
they'll lay me on the dinner table I will be the pig,
with the apple in my mouth,
the food that celebrates your end.
And at your funeral I will sing the requiem,
i'd offer you my hand it would hurt too much too watch you die.
And at your funeral I will sing the requiem,
i'd offer you my hand it would hurt too much too watch you die.