Woman in the wall  Beautiful South

##song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. ##From: misterme@netcom.com (Sir Not Appearing in this Film)##by Paul Heaton and David Rotheray[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.


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