Wild Coyote

Coyote
That’s what they call me
And say inhumane
Is that what I’ll be
I’ll be a death without a tombstone
A silhouette, without a shadow

Met the kid in Frisco
Cisco was his name
He said, I try to get stoned
So I can go insane

Well, I do the same
Hey there kid, dame tu nombre
I told him, I don’t know, but

Coyote
That’s what they call me
And say inhumane
Is that what I’ll be
I’ll be a man, without a real home
A piece of ham, cut off a dry bone

Met the kid in Frisco
Cisco was his name
He said, I try to get stoned
So I can go insane

Well, I do the same
Hey there kid, dame tu nombre
I told him, I don’t know, but

Coyote was a good man riding through the badlands
Riding miles and miles of red desert sand
Coyote was a good man in the bad, bad hands
Of a God who doesn’t care, and doesn’t understand
What it is to be a man

Coyote
That’s what they call me
And say inhumane
Is that what I’ll be
I’ll be a sad, lonely rider
I’ve got no friends, no one to deride

Met the kid in Frisco
Cisco was his name
He said, I try to get stoned
So I can go insane

Well, I do the same
Hey there kid, dame tu nombre
I told him, I don’t know, but

Wild coyote