Shankhill Butchers lyrics

The Shankhill Butchers butchers ride tonight
You better shut your windows tight
Theyre sharpening their cleavers and their knives
And taking all their whiskey by the pint
'Cuz 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 Shankhill Butchers 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 everybody knows...

[repeat]

The Shankhill Butchers butchers on the rise
They're waiting till the dead of night
They're picking at their fingers with their knives
And wiping off their cleavers on their thighs
Cuz everybod knows...

[repeat]

The Shankhill Butchers butchers wanna kill you
The Shankhill Butchers butchers wanna cut you
The Shankhill Butchers butchers wanna catch you
Awake
Awake
Awake
Awake