The Hound (of Blood and Rank)-Coheed and Cambria

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 To 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