Sarah Jarosz - Shankill butchers

The shankill butcher^Fs ride tonight You ^Ebetter shut your windows tight They're ^Amsharpening their cleavers and their ^Fknives And ^Etaking all their whiskey by the pint

'Cause everybody ^Amknows If you ^Fdon't mind your mother's ^Amwords A ^Amwicked wind will ^Fblow Your ^Gribbons from your ^Amcurls Everybody moan, everybody ^Fshake E N.C. The shankill butchers wanna catch you Awake^Am

They ^Amused to be just like me and ^Fyou They ^Eused to be sweet little boys But ^Amsomething went horribly a^Fskew Now ^Ekilling is their only source of joy

'Cause everybody ^Amknows If you ^Fdon't mind your mother's ^Amwords A ^Amwicked wind will ^Fblow Your ^Gribbons from your ^Amcurls Everybody moan, everybody ^Fshake E N.C. The shankill butchers wanna catch you Awake^Am

The shankill butchers on the ^Frise The^Ey're waiting till the dead of night They're ^Ampicking at their fingers with their^F knives And ^Ewiping off their cleavers on their thighs

'Cause everybody ^Amknows... If you ^Fdon't mind your mother's ^Amwords A ^Amwicked wind will ^Fblow Your ^Gribbons from your ^Amcurls Everybody moan, everybody ^Fshake

^EThe shankill butchers wanna catch you ^EThe shankill butchers wanna cut you ^EThe shankill butchers wanna catch you ^AmAwake ^AmAwake ^AmAwake ^AmAwake