Shank Hill St. Songtext
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We're buzzing like a locust, vibrating right out of my skin
Pounding on the butcher's wall, somebody come and let me in
There's a black haired woman carrying a rolling pin
But your man's got a secret but she knows where he been
And it'll be a long time before the sun shines on Shank Hill Street again
You see early in the morning before the warm wind of the dawn
She saw a thin man and a shadow make their way across the lawn
Pounding on the butcher's wall, somebody come and let me in
There's a black haired woman carrying a rolling pin
But your man's got a secret but she knows where he been
And it'll be a long time before the sun shines on Shank Hill Street again
You see early in the morning before the warm wind of the dawn
She saw a thin man and a shadow make their way across the lawn
There was a rustle, was a razor, and the whisper of a prayer
And the rhythm of the mallet like a heartbeat in the air
And it'll be a long time before the sun shines on Shank Hill Street again
With a handshake like a hammer and a suicide grin
that wooden door creaked open and the butcher man let me in, just like that he let me in
But I wasted not a minute, I was on him like a whip
And for one last minute he'd feel that hot red drip
And it'll be a long time before the sun shines on Shank Hill Street again
And the rhythm of the mallet like a heartbeat in the air
And it'll be a long time before the sun shines on Shank Hill Street again
With a handshake like a hammer and a suicide grin
that wooden door creaked open and the butcher man let me in, just like that he let me in
But I wasted not a minute, I was on him like a whip
And for one last minute he'd feel that hot red drip
And it'll be a long time before the sun shines on Shank Hill Street again
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