The Hound (Of Blood and Rank) Coheed and Cambria

[Verse 1]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
Come on, come on, come on
You've got to give it to me
(Woah, oh, oh, woah-oh-oh)
As though you wanted to
(Woah, oh, oh, woah-oh-oh)
Come on and set me free

[Chorus]
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 (N-n-no, no, no)
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