Woman In The Wall Lyrics

He was just a social drinker but social every night 
He enjoyed a pint or two or three or four 
She was just a silent thinker, silent every night 
He'd enjoy 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 

Cry freedom for the woman in the wall 
Cry freedom for she has no voice at all 
I hear her cry all day, all night 
I hear her voice from deep within the wall 
Made a cross from knitting needles 
Made a grave from hoover bags 
Especially for the woman in the wall 

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 beard 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