[00:12.49]The Shankill butchers ride tonight
[00:17.61]You'd better shut your windows tight
[00:23.74]They're sharpening their cleavers and their knives
[00:29.03]And taking all their whiskey by the pint
[00:34.12]'Cause everybody knows if you don't mind your mother's words
[00:46.19]A wicked wind will blow your ribbons from your curls
[00:56.62]Everybody moan, everybody shake
[01:03.38]The Shankill butchers want to catch you awake
[01:19.57]They used to be just like me and you
[01:24.32]They used to be sweet little boys
[01:29.58]But something went horribly askew
[01:35.06]Now killing is their only source of joy
[01:39.88]'Cause everybody knows if you don't mind your mother's words
[01:51.31]A wicked wind will blow your ribbons from your curls
[02:01.70]Everybody moan, everybody shake
[02:07.67]The Shankill butchers want to catch you awake
[02:46.36]The Shankill butchers on the rise
[02:51.34]They're waiting 'till the dead of night
[02:56.56]They're picking at their fingers with their knives
[03:01.78]And wiping off their cleavers on their thighs
[03:06.67]'Cause everybody knows if you don't mind your mother's words
[03:17.15]A wicked wind will blow your ribbons from your curls
[03:27.37]Everybody moan, everybody shake
[03:32.69]The Shankill butchers want to catch you
[03:38.52]The Shankill butchers want to cut you
[03:43.06]The Shankill butchers want to catch you awake, awake, awake
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