The Decemberists - Shankhill Butchers lyrics

The Shank** 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 shank** 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 k**ing is their only source of joy Cuz everybodys knows... [repeat] The shank** 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 shank** butchers wanna k** you The shank** butchers wanna cut you The shank** butchers wanna catch you Awake Awake Awake Awake