The Hound
Coheed And CambriaVersion1
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Chords in this song
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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 thered be no returning
or room to mourn what we have lost
to wait while the willing
As you're the Hound of Blood & 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.
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. Youre the wrong I need.
Boy, we all found an audience, while you found the worst of me.
Put 'em up against the wall, now they're all of no use to you.
God, it's time for the curing, only you're in for that big refuse.
Suprise, boy! This tide's come a turning. No room to mourn what you have
lost.
On, no waiting while the willing, poor little hound of blood and rank,
who deserves every ounce of what's coming.
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.
It's all on you, boy. It's all on you, boy.
It's all on you, boy. It's all on you, boy.
It's all on you, boy. It's all on you, boy.
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Readable chord sheet for The Hound by Coheed And Cambria
[Em]Was it in the [D]cold of that knife you [Am]screwed? In the [C]heart of the enduring [Em]Cause when you [D]opened that door, you [Am]knew, well now thered [C]be no returning [Em]or room to [D]mourn what we have [Am]lost to [C]wait while the willing [Em]As you're the [D]Hound of Blood & [Am]Rank, and boy, you've got [C]another thing coming. PRE CHORUS [Em]Come on, come on, come on, [Am]you've got to [G]give it to me. [Em]As though you want it to. [Am]Come on and [G]set me free. I'll dig it till we've [C]made your grave. Oh, you've been a [Am]bad, bad boy. I'll cut it 'til I [C]carve it out and stick it in a [Am]sad, sad song. N-n-no, no, no. Why the [C]bother, you're no brother. [Am]Youre the wrong I need. Boy, we [C]all found an audience, [A]while you found the worst of me. [Em]Put 'em up against the [D]wall, now they're all of no [Am]use to you. God, it's [C]time for the curing, [Em]only you're in [D]for that big [Am]refuse. Suprise, [C]boy! This tide's come a turning. [Em]No room to [D]mourn what you have [Am]lost. On, no [C]waiting while the willing, [Em]poor little [D]hound of blood and [Am]rank, who [C]deserves every ounce of what's coming. [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]It's all on you, boy. [Am]It's all on you, boy. [C]It's all on you, boy. [Am]It's all on you, boy. [C]It's all on you, boy. [Am]It's all on you, boy.