This song will become the anthem of your underground

You're two floors down getting high in the back room.

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 back room.

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 to watch you die



And you can bet when we mourn the death of you that night

That they'll lay me on the dinner table and 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 to watch you die



And at your funeral I will sing the requiem

I'd offer you my hand

It would hurt too much to watch you die