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! that they'll lay me on the dinner table and I will be the pig with the apple in my mouth, food that celebrates your end.