Shank Hill St. (Live)

Too hot

Well, 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, yeah
She knows where he been

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

You see early in the morning
'Fore 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 'fore 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
Yes, 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 'fore the sun shines
On Shank Hill Street again



Credits
Writer(s): Cary Ann Hearst, Michael Trent Robinson
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