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 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
But it would hurt too much
To watch you die