There's a Scavenger on the wind... alone....Where he roams of the land of dust and bone....Isn't it a gruesome to see when the worms are your company....So take 'em back to the winding old oak tree....Nobody wants to be your friend when you're a scavenger on the wind....Late at night when the moon hangs low....You can see a silhouette in the glow.....And the purple fog is rolling in....There's a scavenger on the wind....And the moon has grown to be yellow....I know the time is running low, but there's still a place to go....So let me take you down the murky road...