[0:0]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