If the wind bears 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 bears fangs then it is hungry Sets traps under red lanterns and dying trees