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
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 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
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 And it'll be a long time
 Before the sun shines
 On Shank Hill Street again
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 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
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 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
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 With a handshake like a hammer and a suicide grin
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 That wooden door creaked open
 And the butcher man let me in, yeah
 Just like that he let me in
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 But I wasted not a minute
 I was on him like a whip
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 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