The Shankill butchers ride toni-ight, so you'd better shut your windows tight, they're sharpening their cleavers and their kni-ifes, and taking all their whiskey by the pint. Cause everybody knows, if you don't, mind your mothers words, a wicked wind will blow, your ribbons from your curls, everybody moan, everybody, shake. The Shankill butchers wanna' catch you, awake.
They used to be just like me and you, they used to be sweet little boys, but something went horribley askew, now killing is their only source of joy...Cause everybody knows, that if you don't, mind your mother's words, a wicked wind will blow, your ribbons from your curls, everybody moan, everybody, shake. The Shankill butchers wanna' catch you, awake
The Shankill butchers on the rise, their waiting till the dead of night, they're picking at their fingers with their knives, and wiping off their cleavers on their thighs, cause everybody knows, that if you don't, mind your mothers words, a wicked wind will blow, your ribbons from your curls, everybody moan, everybody, shake. The Shankill butchers wanna' cut you, the Shankill butchers wanna catch you, awake, awake, awake.
