Ill Wind Blowin' Lyrics

Violet Hour Ill Wind Blowin'

If you're walking home past midnight
 And you think you're not alone
 Take the knife out of your pocket and turn around
 And as he steps out of the shadows
 And he tries to force you down
 Leave him slashed and staring at the ground

 There's an ill wind blowin'
 Down union street
 There's a man in the gutter
 No shoes on his feet

 And if you think you've found a phonebox
 And the coin jams in the slot
 You will see me from the corner of your eye
 Well there's no one round to hear you
 No one to see you die
 As you slither down your glass jar like a fly

 There's an ill wind blowin'
 Down union street
 There's a man in the gutter
 No shoes on his feet

 There's an ill wind blowin'
 Down union street
 There's a blue light flashing