Coyote Theory I'll Know It
I've swept myself under the rock, I sip champagne with ebes and bugs
I mingle with a monster inside me
Well words are marching to the mold under the rug they're bought and sold
It's enough to make the young man, old
But I'll know it, I'll know it
When I've got too many questions to be bored
I'll know it, I'll know it
When I'm naked fully clothed and I'm streaking out on my own
A border train destined for dust, the mites and maggots I'd with blessed
The word work of my soul
It pleases them to see a wretch, hold his luggage to his chest and rummage through the cargo old
But I'll know it, I'll know it
When I realize I'm sleeping when I dream
I'll know it, I'll know it
When my senses are in orbit, my body will absorb it
I'll know it, I'll know it
When I fear the canvas underneath
I'll know it, I'll know it
When I'm no longer champion I should sing
I'll know it, I'll know it
I'll know it, I'll know it
I'll know it, I'll know it
I'll know it, I'll know it
