| F | C | Bb | C | |
| He was just a | social drinker but | social every | night |
| F | C | Bb | C | |
| He en | joyed a pint or | two or three or | four |
| F | C | Bb | C | |
| She was just a | silent thinker, | silent every | night |
| F | C | Bb | C | |
| He'd | enjoyed the thought of | killing her | 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 |
| F | C | Dm | Bb | |
| I | hear her | cry all | day, all | night |
| F | C | Dm | Bb | |
| I | hear her | voice from | deep within the | wall |
| F | C | |
| Made a | cross from knitting | needles |
| Dm | Bb | |
| Made a | grave from hoover | bags |
| F | C | F | |
| Es | pecially for the | woman in the | 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 |