Coheed and Cambria:The Hound (Of Blood and Rank)

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“The Hound (Of Blood and Rank)”
Artist: Coheed and Cambria
Albums: Good Apollo, I'm Burning Star IV - Volume Two: No World for Tomorrow (2007)

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
I do wait while the willing, as you're the Hound of Blood & Rank
And boy, you've got another thing coming

Come on, come on, come on, you've got to give it me
As though you want it to, come on and set me free

I'll dig it 'til 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
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 & Rank
Who deserves every ounce of what's coming

Come on, come on, come on, you've got to give it me
As though you want it to, come on and set me free

I'll dig it 'til 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
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

Come on, come on, come on, you've got to give it me
As though you want it to, come on and set me free

I'll dig it 'til 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
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.
It's all on you, boy.
It's all on you, boy.
It's all on you, boy.
It's all on you, boy.
It's all on you, boy.
It's all on you, boy.