Letras: Johnathan Rice. Ballad of King Coyote.

Flying in a helicopter
Watering the wildfire
Watching the coyotes running for the hills
Driving down the 405 now
Dead coyotes on the roadside
The king is watching from the shelter of the trees

Give Coldwater Canyon back to the coyotes

Running past the gay bars and markets
Dealerships and pizza parlors
Past domesticated dogs choking on the leash
A big bad German Shepherd
The coyotes got him surrounded
And they tore that big dog into little bitty pieces

Give Coldwater Canyon back to the coyotes

Last night in Benedict Canyon
King Coyote in the governor?s mansion
Standing in the middle of the big man?s living room
The Governor could not reach his shotgun
So he offered King Coyote a pension
King tore the man?s heart right out of his chest

Give Coldwater Canyon back to the coyotes

Now the streets are empty
And the beachfronts and the studio lots
The forest grows over the freeway
And the vines cover whole city blocks
And all you can hear is that high and lonesome sound

Give Coldwater Canyon back to the coyotes