Coyote

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