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 but it would hurt to much to watch you die. And you can bet that when we mourn the d**h 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. And at your funeral I will sing the requiem.
I'd offer you my hand but it would hurt to much to watch you die. And at your funeral I will sing the requiem.
I'd offer you my hand but it would hurt to much to watch you die.