F He was just a C social drinker but Bb social every C night
F He en C joyed a pint or Bb two or three or C four
F She was just a C silent thinker, Bb silent every C night
F He'd C enjoyed the thought of Bb killing her C 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
(Chorus)
Cry freedom for the woman in the wall
Cry freedom for she has no voice at all
I F hear her C cry all Dm day, all Bb night
I F hear her C voice from Dm deep within the Bb wall
Made a F cross from knitting C needles
Made a Dm grave from hoover Bb bags
Es F pecially for the C woman in the F wall
(end Chorus)
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 heard 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
(Chorus)
Lyrics (C) 1989 Go! Discs Music Ltd., used without permission.
Please send any corrections to Dylan Salisbury
Beautiful South
