Hermitage Lyrics

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