At Your Funeral - Live

This song will become the anthem of your underground
 You too forced down getting iron a bad row
 If I flooded up your house, do you think you'd make it out?
 Would you burn out 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 too forced down getting iron a bad row
 If I flooded up your house, do you think you'd make it out?
 Would you burn out before the water filled your lungs?
 And at your funeral I will sing the requiem
 And I'd offer you my hand but I'd love too much to watch you die
 And you came back and you mourn the death of you and I (of you and I)
 Lately on the tinker table, I will be your faith
 With the elbow in my mouth, history that celebrates your end
 And at your funeral I will sing the requiem
 And I'd offer you my hand but I'd love too much to watch you die
 And at your funeral I will sing the requiem
 And I'd offer you my hand but I'd love too much to watch you die