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FHe was just a Csocial drinker but Bbsocial every Cnight FHe enCjoyed a pint or Bbtwo or three or Cfour FShe was just a Csilent thinker, Bbsilent every Cnight FHe'd Cenjoyed the thought of Bbkilling her Cbefore
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 Fhear her Ccry all Dmday, all Bbnight I Fhear her Cvoice from Dmdeep within the Bbwall Made a Fcross from knitting Cneedles Made a Dmgrave from hoover Bbbags EsFpecially for the Cwoman in the Fwall [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]