[0:0]Two, three, four[0:14]The Shankill butchers ride tonight[0:20]You'd better shut your windows tight[0:26]They're sharpening their cleavers and their knives[0:32]And taking all their whiskey by the pint[0:37]Cause everybody knows if you don't mind your mother's words[0:49]A wicked wind will blow your ribbons from your curls[1:0]Everybody moan, everybody shake[1:7]The Shankill butchers want to catch you awake[1:26]They used to be just like me and you[1:31]They used to be sweet little boys[1:37]But something went horribly askew[1:43]Now killing is their only source of joy[1:48]Cause everybody knows if you don't mind your mother's words[2:2]A wicked wind will blow your ribbons from your curls[2:12]Everybody moan, everybody shake[2:19]The Shankill butchers want to catch you awake[3:1]The Shankill butchers on the rise[3:7]They're waiting 'till the dead of night[3:13]They're picking at their fingers with their knives[3:19]And wiping off their cleavers on their thighs[3:24]'Cause everybody knows if you don't mind your mother's words[3:39]A wicked wind will blow your ribbons from your curls[3:48]Everybody moan, everybody shake[3:55]The Shankill butchers want to catch you[4:1]The Shankill butchers want to cut you[4:7]The Shankill butchers want to catch you awake, awake, awake