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