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.