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 and 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 till 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.

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 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 till 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.

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.