The Hound (Of Blood And Rank)
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Paroles de The Hound (Of Blood And Rank)

AlbumGood Apollo, I'm Burning Star IV, Volume Two: No World for Tomorrow
Année2007
GenreRock Roll
Durée4:40
Langue originaleAnglais
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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

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