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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
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