The Shankill Butchers

Shank Hill butchers ride tonight

You better shut your windows tight

They're sharpening their cleavers and their knives

And taking all their whiskey by the pint

'Cause everybody knows

If you don't mind your mother's words

A wicked wind will blow your ribbons from your curls

Everybody moan, everybody shake

The Shank Hill butchers wanna catch you awake

They used to be just like me and you

They used to be sweet little boys

but something went horribly askew. Now killing is their only source of joy

'cause everybody knows. If you don't mind your mother's words, a wicked wind will

blow your ribbons from your curls everybody moan everybody shake the shank hill butchers

wanna catch you away the shank hill butchers on the rise they're waiting till the dead

of nights. They're picking at their fingers with their knives, and wiping off their cleavers

on their thighs, 'cause everybody knows. If you don't mind your mother's words, a wicked

wind will blow your ribbons from your curls. Everybody moan, everybody shake. The shank

hill butchers wanna catch you. The shank hill butchers wanna catch you. The shank hill butchers

wanna cut you away.