I'm your echo whisper sweet, the choir to which you preach

All rains that I'd create made an island that I'd gate

Lost in your coat a suit of soot and creosote

It's all coming down, I hope we stay afloat

It's a matter of time before you know

'Till they take back the town and get the vote

Coyotes get the vote

Matted fur and thistle, thistled me

Hairs on my neck, bristle bitter sweet

If there's time I think we, I think we should

Open up our eyes and share the neighborhood

It's a matter of time before you know, before you know

'Till they take back the town and get the vote

Coyotes get the vote

They always get the vote

Coyotes get the vote