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 fills 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 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 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