作词 : Colin Meloy
作曲 : Colin Meloy
Two, three, four... 
The shankill butchers ride tonight 
You better shut your windows tight 
They're sharpening their cleavers and their knives 
And taking all their whiskey 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 everybody knows... [Repeat:] 
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 everybody knows... [Repeat:] 
The shankill butchers wanna catch you 
The shankill butchers wanna cut you 
The shankill butchers wanna catch you 
Awake Awake 
Awake Awake