Beautiful South The Woman In The Wall Lyrics

Woman In The Wall Lyrics

(heaton/rotheray)

 He was just a social drinker but social every night

 He enjoyed a pint or two or three or four

 She was just a silent thinker, silent every night

 He'd enjoy the thought of killing her before

 

 Well he was very rarely drunk but very rarely sober

 And he didn't think the problem was his drink

 But he only knew his problem when he knocked her over

 And when the rotting flesh began to stink

 

 Cry freedom for the woman in the wall

 Cry freedom for she has no voice at all

 I hear her cry all day, all night

 I hear her voice from deep within the wall

 Made a cross from knitting needles

 Made a grave from hoover bags

 Especially for the woman in the wall

 

 She'd knitted him a jumper with dominoes on

 So he wore it everyday in every week

 Pretended to himself that she hadn't really gone

 Pretended that he thought he beard her speak

 

 Then at last it seemed that he was really winning

 He felt that he had some sort of grip

 But all of his new life was sent a-spinning

 When the rotting wall began to drip