If the wind bares fangs then it is hungry
Sets traps under red lanterns and dying trees
And looks for lungs to eat
And drains the blood it needs
When the mist yawns
Rolls into our rusty town
Saps the green out of the lawns
Don't doubt me, never doubt
I've got it
I've got it
It hunts like a wave
Floods our dusty road
Cuts into the earth
Takes everything but dirt
And looks for lungs to eat
And drains the blood it needs
If the wind bares fangs then it is hungry
Sets traps under red lanterns and dying trees