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