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Two, three, four |
| [0:14] |
The Shankill butchers ride tonight |
| [0:20] |
You'd better shut your windows tight |
| [0:26] |
They're sharpening their cleavers and their knives |
| [0:32] |
And taking all their whiskey by the pint |
| [0:37] |
Cause everybody knows if you don't mind your mother's words |
| [0:49] |
A wicked wind will blow your ribbons from your curls |
| [1:0] |
Everybody moan, everybody shake |
| [1:7] |
The Shankill butchers want to catch you awake |
| [1:26] |
They used to be just like me and you |
| [1:31] |
They used to be sweet little boys |
| [1:37] |
But something went horribly askew |
| [1:43] |
Now killing is their only source of joy |
| [1:48] |
Cause everybody knows if you don't mind your mother's words |
| [2:2] |
A wicked wind will blow your ribbons from your curls |
| [2:12] |
Everybody moan, everybody shake |
| [2:19] |
The Shankill butchers want to catch you awake |
| [3:1] |
The Shankill butchers on the rise |
| [3:7] |
They're waiting 'till the dead of night |
| [3:13] |
They're picking at their fingers with their knives |
| [3:19] |
And wiping off their cleavers on their thighs |
| [3:24] |
'Cause everybody knows if you don't mind your mother's words |
| [3:39] |
A wicked wind will blow your ribbons from your curls |
| [3:48] |
Everybody moan, everybody shake |
| [3:55] |
The Shankill butchers want to catch you |
| [4:1] |
The Shankill butchers want to cut you |
| [4:7] |
The Shankill butchers want to catch you awake, awake, awake |
