Beautiful South - Woman In The Wall Lyrics
(heaton/rotheray)He was just a social drinker but social every nightHe enjoyed a pint or two or three or fourShe was just a silent thinker, silent every nightHed enjoy the thought of killing her beforeWell he was very rarely drunk but very rarely soberAnd he didnt think the problem was his drinkBut he only knew his problem when he knocked her overAnd when the rotting flesh began to stinkCry freedom for the woman in the wallCry freedom for she has no voice at allI hear her cry all day, all nightI hear her voice from deep within the wallMade a cross from knitting needlesMade a grave from hoover bagsEspecially for the woman in the wallShed knitted him a jumper with dominoes onSo he wore it everyday in every weekPretended to himself that she hadnt really gonePretended that he thought he beard her speakThen at last it seemed that he was really winningHe felt that he had some sort of gripBut all of his new life was sent a-spinningWhen the rotting wall began to drip