(ian hunter)      Across the naked desert   That housed a million hurts   But I heard a voice call unto me   "beware", is what it said   You're asking all the questions   That is dangerous to do   For you ain't got any answers   And your time is nearly through      There's an ill wind blowing   From the west unto the east   And I see my world going   From a beauty to a beast   And the time is getting nearer to 1974   There's an ill wind blowing   And it's blowing us, blowing us,   Yes it's blowing us off the shore      And the fortunes fading from my face   And I feel a thousand fears   How many know that illness grows   It never disappears   And I wonder when the medicine man   Knows that they are sane   They qualified in genocide   And specialise in pain      There's an ill wind blowing   From the west unto the east   And I see my world going   From a beauty to a beast   And the time is getting nearer to 1974   There's an ill wind blowing   And it's blowing us, blowing us,   Yes it's blowing us off the shore      There's an ill wind blowing   From the west unto the east   And if my redeemer lay there   Then he's fighting with a priest   And the time is getting nearer   To the opening of the door   There's an ill wind blowing   And it's blowing us, blowing us,   Yes it's blowing us off the shore      (see you later)