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The Hound (Of Blood And Rank) Lyrics

The Hound (Of Blood And Rank) by Coheed And Cambria  

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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 a
And to wait while the willing.
As you, the hound of blood and rank, boy,
You've got another thing coming.

Come on, come on, come on,
You've got a deal to make.
That's what you wanted to.
Come on and set me free.

I bid you to evade your ways.
Oh, you've been a bad, bad boy.
I couldn't hear the calm below,
Sinking in a sad, sad song. N-n-no, no, no.

Why the bother, I'm 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.

Hold'em up against the wall,
Now there all of no use to you.
God, it's time for the curing.
Only more painful, that labor of you's no surprise;
Boy, this tide's come to turning.

No room to mourn what you have lost.
Ah, the waiting for the willing.
Only you, hound of blood and rank,
Who deserves every ounce of what's coming.
Come on, come on, come on,
you've got a deal to make.
As well, you wanted to,
come on and set me free.

Yeah, I'll give it till you evade your ways.
Oh, you've been a bad, bad boy.
I couldn't hear that calm below,
Sinking in a sad, sad song. N-n-no, no, no.

Why the bother? I'm 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 a deal to make.
As well you wanted to,
come on and set me free. Yeah.

I'll give it till you evade your ways.
Oh, you've been a bad, bad boy.
I couldn't hear a calm below,
sinking in a sad, sad song. N-n-no, no, no.

Why the bother? I'm 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.

One side you've lied in
And in the past we left you guiding
Before your words could keep you hiding.
Boy, cowards give up you.
Cowards give up you.
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.



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