Shankhill Butchers

Am to C 2x Am Fm E The Shankhill Butchers are tonight, you better shut your windows tight. Am Fm E They're sharpening their cleavers and their knives, and taking all their whiskey by the pint. Am Fm G Am Am And everybody knows if you don't mind your mother's words, oh wicked winds Fm G Am Am Fm will blow the ribbons from your curls. Everybody knows, everybody shake, the E Am Shankhill Butcher's gonna catch you away Repeat Am Fm E They used to be just like me and you, they used to be sweet little boys. But Am Fm E something went horribly askew, now killing is their only source of joy. Am Fm E The Shankhill Butchers are tonight, they're waiting in the dead of night. Am Fm E They're picking at their fingers with their knives, and cleaning off their cleavers on their thighs. E The Shankhill Butcher's gonna cut you E The SHankhill Butcher's gonna catch you Am-C Away Am-C Away Am-C Away