The Hounds

Tonight the streets are red, the lights are blue and blinding

No sign of the Good Doctor

But the siren's wail and whining

Tell us he'll be found

I can almost hear the hounds

What kind of man builds a machine to kill a girl?

No, he did not use his hands like a smart man, he used a tool

But just the same!

How can you question who's to blame?

(What was her name?)

It doesn't matter

Now, listen

The Good Doctor has to pay!

When I say he was a monster

When I set fire to his name

It does not matter where you hear it from

Whether truth or lies, it gets said all the same

Whatever's on the table plays!

There is a flame that I've been fanning

There is a fire waiting to catch

There is a hell that has been building from the moment we first met

If there ever was a time

If there ever was a chance

To undo the things I've done

And wash these bloodstains from my hands

It has passed and been forgotten

These are the paths that we must take

Cause you and I, Tom, we are men

And we can bend and we can break

If you think that you can run

If you think that you can stand

Well, you forget who turned this city on

You forget who plugged this city in!

They'll not switch it off again

One by one, they're tuning in