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