^EmWas it in the ^Dcold of that knife you ^Amscrewed? In the ^Cheart of the enduring ^Em‘Cause when yo^Du opened that door, yo^Amu knew, well now there’^Cd be no returning ^Emor room to ^Dmourn what we have ^Amlost to ^Cwait while the willing ^EmAs you're the ^DHound of Blood &a^Ammp; Rank, and boy, you've got ^Canother thing coming.

^EmCome on, come on, come on, ^Amyou've got to ^Ggive it to me. ^EmAs though you want it to. ^AmCome on and ^Gset me free.

I'll dig it till we've ^Cmade your grave. Oh, you've been a ^Ambad, bad boy. I'll cut it 'til I ^Ccarve it out and stick it in a ^Amsad, sad song. N-n-no, no, no. Why the ^Cbother, you're no brother. ^AmYou’re the wrong I need. Boy, we ^Call found an audience, ^Awhile you found the worst of me.

^EmPut 'em up against the ^Dwall, now they're all of no ^Amuse to you. God, it's ^Ctime for the curing, ^Emonly you're in ^Dfor that big ^Amrefuse. Suprise, ^Cboy! This tide's come a turning. ^EmNo room to ^Dmourn what you have ^Amlost. On, no ^Cwaiting while the willing, ^Empoor little ^Dhound of blood and ^Amrank, who ^Cdeserves every ounce of what's coming.

^CWe caught you on the wrong side of lying, ^Amwithin the dust we left you dying ^Cif only words can keep you hiding. ^AmWell go on, cowards we've offed you, cowards we've offed you. ^CIt's all on you, boy. ^AmIt's all on you, boy. ^CIt's all on you, boy. ^AmIt's all on you, boy. ^CIt's all on you, boy. ^AmIt's all on you, boy.