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