Someone stole the Coyote's hat and then he got tuberculosis.
lyrics
Coyote
Open up your bloodshot eyes Coyote
The fire is getting low in the sky. Can you see?
You wasted every hour of your day
And here you are wasting away
Consumed by the King’s Evil
Attended by the devil. You better pray.
Do you want to drink my blood? Is that your game?
Did you go down in the flood to rise again?
Your hand feels as cold as the grave
Where William De Lion does lay.
It’s true you got your hat back but you
Lost it again and now you better pray.
You’ve come to finally face your fear Coyote.
And no one’s going to shed a tear Stagger Lee.
If only you could shift your shape
But the devil won’t let you escape
It’s done the ink is long dry
your soul is his and so I guess there’s no use in praying
credits
from January,
released January 1, 2013
Written and performed by Brendan Fitzpatrick
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