The sun will become the anthem of your underground
Your two floors down getting high in the backroom
If I flooded out your house do you think you'd make it out,
Or would you burn up before the water fills your lungs

And at your funeral, I will sing the requiem

The sun will become the anthem of your underground
Your two floors down getting high in the backroom
If I flooded out your house do you think you'd make it out,
Or would you burn up before the water fills 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)
With the lam'e on the dinner table, I will beet the pain
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