F C Bb C He was just a social drinker but social every night F C Bb C He enjoyed 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 Heʼd enjoyed the thought of killing her before Well he was very rarely drunk but very rarely sober And he didnʼt 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 Especially for the woman in the wall Sheʼd knitted him a jumper with dominoes on So he wore it everyday in every week Pretended to himself that she hadnʼt 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.
