| Song | Shankill Butchers |
| Artist | Sarah Jarosz |
| Album | Song Up In Her Head |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Meloy | |
| Two, three, four... | |
| The shankill butchers ride tonight | |
| You better shut your windows tight | |
| They're sharpening their cleavers and their knives | |
| And taking all their whiskey by the pint ' | |
| Cause everybody knows | |
| If you don't mind your mother's words | |
| A wicked wind will blow | |
| Your ribbons from your curls | |
| Everybody moan, everybody shake, | |
| The shankill butchers wanna catch you | |
| Awake They used to be just like me and you | |
| They used to be sweet little boys | |
| But something went horribly askew | |
| Now killing is their only source of joy 'cause everybody knows... [Repeat:] | |
| The shankill butchers on the rise | |
| They're waiting till the dead of night | |
| They're picking at their fingers with their knives | |
| And wiping off their cleavers on their thighs ' | |
| Cause everybody knows... [Repeat:] | |
| The shankill butchers wanna catch you | |
| The shankill butchers wanna cut you | |
| The shankill butchers wanna catch you | |
| Awake Awake | |
| Awake Awake |
| zuo qu : Meloy | |
| Two, three, four... | |
| The shankill butchers ride tonight | |
| You better shut your windows tight | |
| They' re sharpening their cleavers and their knives | |
| And taking all their whiskey by the pint ' | |
| Cause everybody knows | |
| If you don' t mind your mother' s words | |
| A wicked wind will blow | |
| Your ribbons from your curls | |
| Everybody moan, everybody shake, | |
| The shankill butchers wanna catch you | |
| Awake They used to be just like me and you | |
| They used to be sweet little boys | |
| But something went horribly askew | |
| Now killing is their only source of joy ' cause everybody knows... Repeat: | |
| The shankill butchers on the rise | |
| They' re waiting till the dead of night | |
| They' re picking at their fingers with their knives | |
| And wiping off their cleavers on their thighs ' | |
| Cause everybody knows... Repeat: | |
| The shankill butchers wanna catch you | |
| The shankill butchers wanna cut you | |
| The shankill butchers wanna catch you | |
| Awake Awake | |
| Awake Awake |
| zuò qǔ : Meloy | |
| Two, three, four... | |
| The shankill butchers ride tonight | |
| You better shut your windows tight | |
| They' re sharpening their cleavers and their knives | |
| And taking all their whiskey by the pint ' | |
| Cause everybody knows | |
| If you don' t mind your mother' s words | |
| A wicked wind will blow | |
| Your ribbons from your curls | |
| Everybody moan, everybody shake, | |
| The shankill butchers wanna catch you | |
| Awake They used to be just like me and you | |
| They used to be sweet little boys | |
| But something went horribly askew | |
| Now killing is their only source of joy ' cause everybody knows... Repeat: | |
| The shankill butchers on the rise | |
| They' re waiting till the dead of night | |
| They' re picking at their fingers with their knives | |
| And wiping off their cleavers on their thighs ' | |
| Cause everybody knows... Repeat: | |
| The shankill butchers wanna catch you | |
| The shankill butchers wanna cut you | |
| The shankill butchers wanna catch you | |
| Awake Awake | |
| Awake Awake |