This is the most beautiful place on planet Earth

Everybody has to see it

We'll make it so easy for them

And put a road straight down through it

What a man of the people

Progress like this was due

Oh, Mister Coyote

I think you'd better move

The trees are made out of thread

And the rocks here have grown hands

To reach out for each other

For as long as they can stand

This is the most beautiful place on planet Earth

And I'm killing it with every step

Tie me up, glue my feet

Sеw my mouth, pull my teeth

I feel as evil as it gets

You man of the pеople

Have you ever once thought things through?

Oh, Mister Coyote

I was never meant to see you

The trees are turning red

And the rocks here have grown hands

To hold knives and guns and poison

To strangle the peoples' man

And if you're the man of the people

Well then we're all fucking doomed

Oh, Mister Coyote

I wish I had never met you