Shankill Butchers - The Decemberists

The Shankill butchers ride tonight

You better shut your windows tight

Theyre sharpening their cleavers and their knives

And taking all their whisky by the pint

Cuz everybody knows

If you dont 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

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

Cuz everybodys knows…

(repeat)

The shankill butchers on the rise

Theyre waiting till the dead of night

Theyre picking at their fingers with their knives

And wiping off their cleavers on their thighs

Cuz everybod knows…

(repeat)

The shankill butchers wanna kill you

The shankill butchers wanna cut you

The shankill butchers wanna catch you

Awake

Awake

Awake

Awake