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 but it would hurt to much to watch you die.And you can bet that when we mourn the death 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, the food that celebrates your end.