Coyote - Sleepwalkers

Breaking in the heat of the sun

They shouted

I need to get out of here

Fiery hot

Burned from the heating sand

In search of the wanted man

Coyote

Racing from the threat of a gun

Surrounded

We need to get out of here

They fired a shot

There fell the hero’s hand

Death of a guardian

Do you really want to chase these sirens

There goes the man who’s the king of this highway

And he won’t ever be afraid to stand up against tyrants

So keep your keys in the cab cause you gotta keep riding

Coyote

Here it comes