Letras
This is how we do it
One, two
This song will become the anthem of
You're 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 that when we mourned
The death of you that night (of you that night)
They'll lay me on my 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
Too much to watch you die, yeah
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
Too much to watch you die
Perfect (it's alright, bro)
I'm off (so I forgot that you were off-key)
I was