The Stone Coyotes

Wolves At Your Door

The Stone Coyotes
The Stone Coyotes


First let’s get our facts straight
Let’s lay it on the line
This has been building up
For quite some time
You say you’ve been wounded
By the blade of a knife
Frankly, I’m a little bit tired
Of hearing how you’re scarred for life

Go ahead and walk away
What are you waiting for?
But don’t come running to me
When the wolves are at your door

It’s come to my attention
Yes, I’ve begun to suspect
You’d be the one hiding down below
When they cry, “All hands on deck”
You like to dress in tatters
As if you’ve been riding the rails
I’d call that into question
But we’d be going at it tooth and nail

I tried to warn you
But it’s just your style
To look right through me
With that all-knowing smile
You can’t see their eyes of fire
You don’t see them circle ‘round
You won’t hear them howling
Until they take you down