Album Name : Good Apollo I'm Burning Star IV, Vol. 1 - From Fear Through the Eyes of Madness
Release Date : 2005-09-19
Song Duration : 6:14
Coheed & Cambria The Hound (of Blood And Rank)
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.
