Shankill Butchers The Decemberists

[Intro]
Two, three, four

[Verse 1]
The Shankill 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

[Chorus]
'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 Shankill butchers wanna catch you awake

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
'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 Shankill butchers wanna catch you awake