[Verse 1]
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
[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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[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
[Chorus]
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
[Solo]
[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
[Chorus]
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
[Outro]
We caught you on the wrong side of lying
And, in 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