Shank Hill St.

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
Butcher man's got a secret
But she knows where he'd been
Yeah, she knows where he'd 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, yeah
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
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip

And it'll be a long time
Before the sun shines
On Shank Hill Street again