Shank Hill St. - Shovels & Rope

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

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

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

Drip, drip, …