The hound of blood and rank lyrics

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 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 '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 tide's 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 '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 to 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

(I hope your life's a living hell) It's all on you, boy

(I hope your life's a living hell) It's all on you, boy

(I hope your life's a living hell) It's all on you, boy

(I hope your life's a living hell) It's all on you, boy

(I hope your life's a living hell) It's all on you, boy

(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, 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 gotta give it to me,
As though you want it too.
Come on and set me free, yeah.

I'll dig it 'til we've made your grave.
Oh, you've been a bad, bad boy.
I'll cut until 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 your in for that big refuse,
Surprise boy! This tide's 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 gotta give it to me,
As though you want it too.
Come on and set me free, yeah.

I'll dig it 'til we've made your grave.
Oh, you've been a bad, bad boy.
I'll cut until 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 gotta give it to me,
As though you want it too.
Come on and set me free, yeah.

I'll dig it 'til we've made your grave.
Oh, you've been a bad, bad boy.
I'll cut until 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 could 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.
(I hope your life's a living hell.)
It's all on you, boy.
(I hope your life's a living hell.)
It's all on you, boy.
(I hope your life's a living hell.)
It's all on you, boy.
(I hope your life's a living hell.)
It's all on you, boy.
(I hope your life's a living hell.)
It's all on you, boy.
(I hope your life's a living hell.)
It's all on you, boy.