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 k*lling is their only source of joy.  
 
Chorus: 
 
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