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The Decemberists
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The Shankill Butchers
Tres Shankill butchers ride tonight You better shut your windows tight They're sharpening their cleavers and their knives And taking all their whisky 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 everybodys knows... If you don't mind your mother's words A wicked wind will blow Your ribbons from your curls Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Everybody moan everybody shake The shankill butchers wanna catch you Awake
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 everybod 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 The shankill butchers wanna cut The shankill butchers wanna catch you Awake, Awake, Awake, Awake
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