Sally and Shank didn't know romance
Sally was ugly and Shank was rank
But Shank didn't have anyone else to thank
Sally would drink and Shank drank
Shared a squat on a building site
Had no rats if they killed them right
Home for a home but it didn't feel right
No mans land where the children fight
The day he begged and Sally she tricked
The shops they lift, and if they were slick
Sometimes they robbed, the pockets they picked
From squat to squat, the pigs they evict
Sally was lonely, Shanks wasn't there
Shanks would bone and Shanks didn't care
Thinking if only he wasn't there
Having to roam, the cupboards were bare
Sally was gin and Shanks was sky
Shanks was absent, she always asked why
She'd ask the truth and Shanks would lie
You would have thought that Shanks wanted to die
Been out all night in a drinking den
Safe to say he wasn't thinking when
Got back home about six a.m
Lay next to his wife comatose agin
The alarm went off, got the fright of his life
Said "dammit, I gotta get home to my wife"
She'd had enough of the cheating and strife
Threw the phone in his face and picked up a knife
Screamed in his face, "where the hell have you been?"
Hit him in the head with a rolling pin
He went down like a bowling pin
She sat in the kitchen with a bottle of gin
Who does he think that he's kidding in ridding
The woman by which he was bitten
You're getting the picture, you know that he's smitten
He's sitting, he's thinking his thoughts are forbidden, he's wishing
Who does he think that he's kidding in ridding
The woman by which he was bitten
You're getting the picture, you know that he's smitten
He's sitting, he's thinking his thoughts are forbidden, he's wishing
She called up her brother said "you got to come over"
Five foot six not the heaviest load
Rolled up his body in back of the Rover
Dumped in the river now Shanks it's over
Drove off and waved to the corner
You know they felt bad for the loner
Thinking that he was going to hell to roam
But in fact it was only a coma
He woke up feeling the pain of a dagger
Got to the surface and out he staggered
If he wasn't before then now he was haggard
Headed to the centre in search of a lager
Got to the centre and begged on the street
Had a little nap on the hard concrete
Can of special brew then back on his feet
Sat back down, held his head and weeped
Who does he think that he's kidding in ridding
The woman by which he was bitten
You're getting the picture, you know that he's smitten
He's sitting, he's thinking his thoughts are forbidden, he's wishing
He's open the lid, you're hoping he did
Wherever he hid, he could never get rid
The feeling's appealing, concealing the healing
The villain is still up for killing for shilling
You know when he's down in the gutter, he utters
A word to the wise and he stutters, he mutters
He's eating his bread and his butter, say's fuck it
No luck and its making him shudder, it's shut
In the back of his mind, lacking the time
Attacking the crime, hacking the mind
He walks, he roams, always alone
He chips his own tomb stone
Who does he think that he's kidding in ridding
The woman by which he was bitten
You're getting the picture, you know that he's smitten
He's sitting, he's thinking his thoughts are forbidden, he's wishing
Who does he think that he's kidding in ridding
The woman by which he was bitten
You're getting the picture, you know that he's smitten
He's sitting, he's thinking his thoughts are forbidden, he's wishing
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