wait right here, I'll be back in the mornin'

the need to be

the best

before the need

We strychnined the mountains We strychnined the plains My little brother, the coyote Won't come back again

When you hear him singing The few that are left He's warning the human race Of his death

Don't poison the mesas Don't poison the skies Or you won't be back Little brother, goodbye

There'll be no one to listen And no one to sing And never, and never Will there be spring

Coyot', coyote What have we done?

you dream too much

you think too much

you dream too much

I'M FAKING GLORY

Diamonds are my best friend, like I'm Norma Jeane Say it, baby, don't lie

VIRAL MESS