This song will become the anthem of your underground.
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You're two floors down getting high in the back room.
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If I flooded out your house, do you think you'd make it out,
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or would you burn up before the water filled your lungs?
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And at your funeral I will sing the requiem.
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This song will become the anthem of your underground.
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You're two floors down getting high in the back room.
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If I flooded out your house, do you think you'd make it out,
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or would you burn up before the water filled your lungs?
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And at your funeral I will sing the requiem.
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I'd offer you my hand it would hurt too much to watch you die.
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And you can bet when we mourn the death of you that night of you that night!
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that they'll lay me on the dinner table and I will be the pig
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with the apple in my mouth, the food that celebrates your end.
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And at your funeral I will sing the requiem.
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I'd offer you my hand, it would hurt too much to watch you die
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and at your funeral I will sing the requiem
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I'd offer you my hand, it would hurt too much to watch you die.
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At Your Funeral
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Saves The Day |