Am                            F         E
The Shankill Butchers ride tonight, you better shut your windows tight.
        Am                                    F        E
They're sharpening their cleavers and their knives, and taking all their

whiskey by the pint.

[Chorus]
                 Am           F     G                  Am       Am
'Cause everybody knows if you don't mind your mother's words, a wicked wind
     F         G                Am     Am                         F
will blow the ribbons from your curls. Everybody moan, everybody shake, the
E                                   Am
Shankill Butcher's gonna catch you awake

(Repeat Intro)

[Verse 2]
     Am                          F         E
They used to be just like me and you, they used to be sweet little boys. But
Am                       F         E
something went horribly askew, now killing is their only source of joy.

CHORUS AGAIN

[Verse 3]
     Am                   F                E
The Shankill Butchers on the rise, they're waiting till the dead of night.
        Am                                   F           E
They're picking at their fingers with their knives, and wiping off their

cleavers on their thighs.

[Chorus]
     E
The Shankill Butchers wanna catch you
     E
The Shankill Butchers wanna cut you
     E
The Shankill Butchers wanna catch you
Am C
Awake
Am C
Awake
Am C
Awake
Am C
Awake