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