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