Violet Hour - Ill Wind Blowin' lyrics

Violet Hour The Fire Sermon 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 gla** 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