| Em | D | Am | |
| Was it in the | cold of that knife you | screwed? |
| C | |
| In the | heart of the enduring |
| Em | D | Am | |
| Cause when you | opened that door, you | knew, |
| C | |
| well now there'd | be no returning |
| Em | D | Am | |
| or room to | mourn what we have | lost |
| C | |
| to | wait while the willing |
| Em | D | Am | |
| As you're the | Hound of Blood & | Rank, |
| C | |
| and boy, you've got | another thing coming. |
| PRE CHORUS |
| Em | Am | G | |
| Come on, come on, come on, | you've got to | give it to me. |
| Em | Am | G | |
| As though you want it to. | Come on and | set me free. |
| CHORUS |
| C | Am | |
| I'll dig it till we've | made your grave. Oh, you've been a | bad, bad boy. |
| C | Am | |
| I'll cut it 'til I | carve it out and stick it in a | sad, sad song. N-n-no, no, no. |
| C | Am | |
| Why the | bother, you're no brother. | You're the wrong I need. |
| C | A | |
| Boy, we | all found an audience, | while you found the worst of me. |
| VERSE 2 |
| Em | D | Am | |
| Put 'em up against the | wall, now they're all of no | use to you. |
| C | Em | D | Am | |
| God, it's | time for the curing, | only you're in | for that big | refuse. |
| C | Em | D | |
| Suprise, | boy! This tide's come a turning. | No room to | mourn what you have |
| Am | |
| lost. |
| C | Em | D | Am | |
| On, no | waiting while the willing, | poor little | hound of blood and | rank, |
| C | |
| who | deserves every ounce of what's coming. |
| OUTRO |
| C | |
| We caught you on the wrong side of lying, |
| Am | |
| within the dust we left you dying |
| C | |
| if only words can keep you hiding. |
| Am | |
| Well go on, cowards we've offed you, cowards we've offed you. |
| C | Am | |
| It's all on you, boy. | It's all on you, boy. |
| C | Am | |
| It's all on you, boy. | It's all on you, boy. |
| C | Am | |
| It's all on you, boy. | It's all on you, boy. |