We’re buzzing like a locust
Vibrating right out of my skin
Pounding on the butcher’s wall
Somebody come and let me in
There’s a black hair woman
Carrying rolling pin
But your man he’s got a secret
But she knows where he’s been yeah
She knows where he’s been
And it will be a long time for the sunshine
On shank hill street again
You see early in the morning
For the warm wind of the dawn
She saw a thin man and a shadow
Make a way across the lawn
There was a russet, was a razor
And a whisper of a prayer
In the rhythm of the mallet
Like a heart beat in the air
And it will be a long time for the sunshine
On shank hill street again
With a handshake like a hammer
And suicide grin
That wooden door, creaked open
And the butcher man let me in yes
It’s like that, he let me in
But I’ve wasted, not a minute
I was on him like a whip
For one last minute
He feel that heart break, drip, drip, drip, drip,
And it will be a long time for the sunshine
On shank hill street again.
