The Hound
Coheed and Cambria Lyrics


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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 gotta give it me
As though you want it too
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 until I carve it out
And stick it in a sad, sad song

[Chorus:]
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 your 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

Come on, come on, come on
You've gotta give it me
As though you want it too
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 until I carve it out
And stick it in a sad, sad song

[Chorus]

Come on, come on, come on
You've gotta give it me
As though you want it too
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 until I carve it out
And stick it in a sad, sad song

[Chorus]

We caught you on the wrong side of lying
Within the dust we left you dying
If only words could 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

Overall Meaning

Coheed and Cambria's song The Hound is a dark and intense song with aggressive and vengeful lyrics. The song seems to be directed towards someone who has betrayed the singer or possibly a group of people. The opening line, "Was it in the cold of that knife you screwed in the heart of the enduring?" suggests that the betrayal was especially devastating and perhaps intentional. The following line, "Cause when you opened that door, you knew, well now, there'd be no returning," implies that the singer knows the betrayer intended to commit the offense with no remorse.


The chorus of the 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," seems to suggest that the singer feels disappointment and perhaps anger towards the betrayer for betraying their trust. The line "I'll cut until I carve it out and stick it in a sad, sad song" adds a layer of threat, as if the singer is intent on making the betrayer suffer for their actions. The rest of the song continues in a similar vein, with the singer promising to exact their revenge.


Overall, The Hound is a highly charged song with a lot of emotion and intensity. It's unclear who exactly the song is directed towards, but the strong language and imagery make it clear that the singer has experienced a profound sense of betrayal.


Line by Line Meaning

Was it in the cold of that knife you screwed in the heart of the enduring?
Did you feel satisfaction when you metaphorically stabbed me and left me in pain?


'Cause when you opened that door, you knew, well now, there'd be no returning
You knew that once you started this, there was no going back.


Or room to mourn what we have lost, to wait while the willing
There's no time to grieve over what we've lost, we must move on with those who are ready.


As you're the hound of blood and rank, and boy you've got another thing coming
You may think you're in control, but you have another thing coming.


Come on, come on, come on You've gotta give it me As though you want it too Come on and set me free
You need to let me go and give me the freedom I need.


I'll dig it 'til we've made your grave Oh, you've been a bad, bad boy I'll cut until I carve it out And stick it in a sad, sad song
I will make you pay for what you've done by immortalizing it in a 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're no family to me, just an obstacle in my life. Everyone else found the good in me except for you.


Put 'em up against the wall, now they're of no use to you God, it's time for the curing Only your in for that big refuse Surprise boy! This tides come a turning
You've used up everyone who was once on your side. Now it's time for karma to take its course.


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
You don't get to mourn what you've lost, and those who are ready will not wait for you. You will receive what you deserve.


We caught you on the wrong side of lying Within the dust we left you dying If only words could keep you hiding Well, go on, cowards, we've offed you Cowards, we've offed you
We caught you in your lies and left you to suffer. If only you could hide from the consequences of your actions. But we have removed you from our lives entirely.


(I hope your life's a living hell) It's all on you, boy
I hope you suffer for what you've done. It's your own fault.


(I hope your life's a living hell) It's all on you, boy
I hope you suffer for what you've done. It's your own fault.


(I hope your life's a living hell) It's all on you, boy
I hope you suffer for what you've done. It's your own fault.


(I hope your life's a living hell) It's all on you, boy
I hope you suffer for what you've done. It's your own fault.


(I hope your life's a living hell) It's all on you, boy
I hope you suffer for what you've done. It's your own fault.


(I hope your life's a living hell) It's all on you, boy
I hope you suffer for what you've done. It's your own fault.


(I hope your life's a living hell) It's all on you, boy
I hope you suffer for what you've done. It's your own fault.




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: CLAUDIO SANCHEZ, TRAVIS STEVER

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