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 that when we mourn the death of you that night They'll lay me on my 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 Too much to watch you die, yeah 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 Too much to watch you die