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*Capo third fret*
INTRO: Am to C x2
VERSE 1
Am Fm E
The Shankhill Butchers are tonight, you better shut your windows tight.
Am Fm E
They're sharpening their cleavers and their knives, and taking all their
whiskey by the pint.
CHORUS
Am Fm G Am Am
And everybody knows if you don't mind your mother's words, oh wicked winds
Fm G Am Am Fm
will blow the ribbons from your curls. Everybody knows, everybody shake, the
E Am
Shankhill Butcher's gonna catch you away
(Repeat Intro)
VERSE 2
Am Fm E
They used to be just like me and you, they used to be sweet little boys. But
Am Fm E
something went horribly askew, now killing is their only source of joy.
CHORUS AGAIN
VERSE 3
Am Fm E
The Shankhill Butchers are tonight, they're waiting in the dead of night.
Am Fm E
They're picking at their fingers with their knives, and cleaning off their
cleavers on their thighs.
CHORUS
E
The Shankhill Butcher's gonna cut you
E
The SHankhill Butcher's gonna catch you
Am-C
Away
Am-C
Away
Am-C
Away
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