Optimized for ukulele; a bit off from the original, but a good approximation that sounds better and is easier to play on uke. 2, 3, 4...

The ^AmShankill Butchers ride to^Dm7night You ^E7better shut your windows tight They're ^Amsharpening their cleavers and their ^Dm7knives And t^E7aking all their whiskey by the pint

'Cause everybody ^Amknows If you ^Dm7don't ^Gmind your mother's ^Amwords A wicked wind will ^Dm7blow Your ^Gribbons from your ^Amcurls

Everybody moan

Everybody ^Dm7shake The ^E7Shankill Butchers wanna catch you ^Amawake

They used to be just like me and ^Dm7you They ^E7used to be sweet little boys But ^Amsomething went horribly ^Dm7askew Now ^E7killing is their only source of joy

'Cause everybody ^Amknows If you ^Dm7don't ^Gmind your mother's ^Amwords A wicked wind will ^Dm7blow Your ^Gribbons from your ^Amcurls

Everybody moan

Everybody ^Dm7shake The ^E7Shankill Butchers wanna catch you ^Amawake

The ^AmShankill Butchers on the ^Dm7rise They're ^E7waiting 'til the dead of night They're ^Ampicking at their fingers with their ^Dm7knives And ^E7wiping off their cleavers on their thighs

'Cause everybody ^Amknows If you ^Dm7don't ^Gmind your mother's ^Amwords A wicked wind will ^Dm7blow Your ^Gribbons from your ^Amcurls

Everybody moan

Everybody ^Dm7shake The ^E7Shankill Butchers wanna catch you

The Shankill Butchers wanna cut you

The Shankill Butchers wanna catch you ^Amawake Awake (x3)

Decemberists - Shankill butchers