Flying in a helicopter   Watering the wildfire   Watching the coyotes running for the hills   Driving down the 405 now   Dead coyotes on the roadside   The king is watching from the shelter of the trees      Give Coldwater Canyon back to the coyotes      Running past the gay bars and markets   Dealerships and pizza parlors   Past domesticated dogs choking on the leash   A big bad German Shepherd   The coyotes got him surrounded   And they tore that big dog into little bitty pieces      Give Coldwater Canyon back to the coyotes      Last night in Benedict Canyon   King Coyote in the governor’s mansion   Standing in the middle of the big man’s living room   The Governor could not reach his shotgun   So he offered King Coyote a pension   King tore the man’s heart right out of his chest      Give Coldwater Canyon back to the coyotes      Now the streets are empty   And the beachfronts and the studio lots   The forest grows over the freeway   And the vines cover whole city blocks   And all you can hear is that high and lonesome sound      Give Coldwater Canyon back to the coyotes