The coyotes they sing out here In the dark before the cockadoodle crows And the freedom of daylight draws near The coyotes howl a painful song to my ears And I hear less hope than a sad Negro Spiritual Sung by mothers in tears So I asked Coyote Why he does the things he does And he replied to me softly Because I am my father’s son But I told him that Things can change They don’t have to stay the same But he stopped me and he said Arghhh-wooooo I’m a slave to the moon Arghhh-wooooo I’m a Coyote and it’s just what we do The coyotes Oh, they waste their time out here In the dark chasing their own tails Running in circles of fear So I asked Coyote Why he does the things he does And he replied to me softly Because I am my father’s son But I told him that Things can change They don’t have to stay the same But he stopped me and he said Arghhh-wooooo I’m a slave to the moon Arghhh-wooooo I’m a Coyote and it’s just what we do Oooo, but I told him that You don’t have to have The bitter taste in your mouth no more From the sour grapes your parents ate That was their choice not your’s I believe a father’s child can change their own ways And I know that this is something that I’ve said before But there’s time and these things can be restored And I won’t stop until we all make it there And we will sing a new song like Arghhh-wooooo We are slaves to no thing, no thing Arghhh-wooooo It’s for freedom we have been set free!