Lyrics Ruston Kelly – At Your Funeral
Text:
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
That 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
Too much to watch you die
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
