This song will become
The Anthem of
Your Underground
You're 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 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 backroom

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 when we mourn the death
Of you that night
They 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 too much to watch you die

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