This song will [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 
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 to much to watch you die

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

And at your funeral
I will sing the requiem
I'd offer you my hand
it would hurt to much to watch you die

And at your funeral
I will sing the requiem
I'd offer you my hand
it would hurt to much to watch you die