Lyrics
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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?
[Verse 3]
And at your funeral I will sing the requiem
I'd offer you my hand
It would hurt too much to watch you die
[Verse 4]
And you can bet when we mourn the death of you that night
(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
[Verse 5]
And at your funeral I will sing the requiem
I'd offer you my hand
It would hurt too much to watch you die
[Verse 6]
And at your funeral I will sing the requiem
I'd offer you my hand
It would hurt too much to watch you die
Written by: Bryan Newman, Chris Conley, David Soloway, Eben D'Amico, Ted Alexander
