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, before the warm wind of the dawn
She saw thin man and a shadow make their way across the lawn
There was a rustle, was a razor and the whisper of a prayer
Then 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 like that he let me in
But I wasted not a minute, I was on him like a whip
For one last minute he'd feel that hot red drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip
And it'll be a long time 'fore the sun shines on Shank Hill Street again