Song | The Hound (Of Blood and Rank) |
Artist | Coheed and Cambria |
Album | Good Apollo I'm Burning Star IV, Vol. 2: No World for Tomorrow |
Was it in the cold of that knife you screwed? In the heart of the enduring | |
‘Cause when you opened that door, you knew, well now there'd be no returning | |
Or room to mourn what we have lost and to wait while the willing. | |
As you're the hound of blood and rank | |
And boy, you've got another thing coming. | |
Come on, come on, come on | |
You've got to give it to me. | |
As though you want it to | |
Come on and set me free. | |
I'll dig it till we've made your grave. | |
Oh, you've been a bad, bad boy. | |
I'll cut it 'til I carve it out, and stick it in a sad, sad song. | |
N-n-no, no, no. | |
Why the bother, you're no brother | |
You're the wrong I need. | |
Boy, we all found an audience while you found the worst of me. | |
You got another thing. | |
Put 'em up against the wall, now they're of no use to you. | |
God, it's time for the curing. Only you're in for that big refuse. | |
Surprise, boy! This tides come a-turning. | |
No room to mourn what you have lost | |
Oh, no waiting while the willing. | |
Poor little hound of blood and rank | |
Who deserves every ounce of what's coming. | |
Come on, come on, come on | |
You've got to give it to me. | |
As though you want it to | |
Come on and set me free. | |
I'll dig it till we've made your grave. | |
Oh, you've been a bad, bad boy. | |
I'll cut it 'til I carve it out, and stick it in a sad, sad song. | |
N-n-no, no, no. | |
Why the bother, you're no brother | |
You're the wrong I need. | |
Boy, we all found an audience while you found the worst of me. | |
You got another thing. | |
We caught you on the wrong side of lying | |
Within the dust we left you dying | |
If only words can keep you hiding, | |
Well go on, cowards we've offed you, cowards we've offed you | |
I hope your life's a living hell | |
It's all on you, boy. |
Was it in the cold of that knife you screwed? In the heart of the enduring | |
' Cause when you opened that door, you knew, well now there' d be no returning | |
Or room to mourn what we have lost and to wait while the willing. | |
As you' re the hound of blood and rank | |
And boy, you' ve got another thing coming. | |
Come on, come on, come on | |
You' ve got to give it to me. | |
As though you want it to | |
Come on and set me free. | |
I' ll dig it till we' ve made your grave. | |
Oh, you' ve been a bad, bad boy. | |
I' ll cut it ' til I carve it out, and stick it in a sad, sad song. | |
Nnno, no, no. | |
Why the bother, you' re no brother | |
You' re the wrong I need. | |
Boy, we all found an audience while you found the worst of me. | |
You got another thing. | |
Put ' em up against the wall, now they' re of no use to you. | |
God, it' s time for the curing. Only you' re in for that big refuse. | |
Surprise, boy! This tides come aturning. | |
No room to mourn what you have lost | |
Oh, no waiting while the willing. | |
Poor little hound of blood and rank | |
Who deserves every ounce of what' s coming. | |
Come on, come on, come on | |
You' ve got to give it to me. | |
As though you want it to | |
Come on and set me free. | |
I' ll dig it till we' ve made your grave. | |
Oh, you' ve been a bad, bad boy. | |
I' ll cut it ' til I carve it out, and stick it in a sad, sad song. | |
Nnno, no, no. | |
Why the bother, you' re no brother | |
You' re the wrong I need. | |
Boy, we all found an audience while you found the worst of me. | |
You got another thing. | |
We caught you on the wrong side of lying | |
Within the dust we left you dying | |
If only words can keep you hiding, | |
Well go on, cowards we' ve offed you, cowards we' ve offed you | |
I hope your life' s a living hell | |
It' s all on you, boy. |