The Shankill butchers ride tonight  You better shut your windows tight  Theyre sharpening their cleavers and their knives  And taking all their whisky by the pint  Cuz everybody knows  If you dont 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  Cuz everybodys knows...    [repeat]    The shankill butchers on the rise  Theyre waiting till the dead of night  Theyre picking at their fingers with their knives  And wiping off their cleavers on their thighs  Cuz everybod knows...    [repeat]    The shankill butchers wanna kill you  The shankill butchers wanna cut you  The shankill butchers wanna catch you  Awake  Awake  Awake  Awake