Shankill Butchers
The Decemberists - 《iTunes Session: The Decemberists》
The shankill butchers ride tonight
You'd better shut your windows tight
They're sharpening their cleavers and their knives
And taking all their whisky by the pint
If you dont mind your mother's words
Your ribbons from your curls
Everybody moan everybody shake
The skankill butchers wanna catch you
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
If you dont mind your mother's words
Your ribbons from your curls
Everybody moan everybody shake
The skankill butchers wanna catch you
The shankill 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
If you dont mind your mother's words
Your ribbons from your curls
Everybody moan everybody shake
The skankill butchers wanna catch you
The shankill butchers wanna cut you
The shankill butchers wanna catch you