Lyrics At Your Funeral - Ruston Kelly

At Your Funeral

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 that when we mourn the death 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