At Your Funeral

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 too 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 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