[Intro] Am G C GAm G C GAm F The Shankill Butchers ride tonightE You better shut your windows tightAm F They're sharpening their cleavers and their knivesE And taking all their whiskey by the pint [Refrão]Am F G Am 'Cause everybody knows if you don't mind your mother's wordsAm F G Am A wicked wind will blow the ribbons from your curlsAm F Everybody moan, everybody shakeE Am The Shankill Butcher's gonna catch you awake( Am G C G )( Am G C G )Am F They used to be just like me and youE They used to be sweet little boysAm F But something went horribly askewE Now killing is their only source of joyAm F G Am 'Cause everybody knows if you don't mind your mother's wordsAm F G Am A wicked wind will blow the ribbons from your curlsAm F Everybody moan, everybody shakeE Am The Shankill Butcher's gonna catch you awakeAm F The Shankill Butchers on the riseE They're waiting till the dead of nightAm F They're picking at their fingers with their knivesE And wiping off their cleavers on their thighsAm F G Am 'Cause everybody knows if you don't mind your mother's wordsAm F G Am A wicked wind will blow the ribbons from your curlsAm F Everybody moan, everybody shakeE The Shankill Butchers wanna catch youE The Shankill Butchers wanna cut youE The Shankill Butchers wanna catch youAm C AwakeAm C AwakeAm C AwakeAm C Awake
Shankill Butchers
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