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