Текст песни Shankil Butchers - The Decemberists

The Shankil 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
Coz 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 Shankil 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
Coz everybody knows
If you don't
Mind your mother's words
A wicked wind will blow
Our ribbons from your curls
Everybody moan
Everybody Shake
The Shankil Butchers wanna catch you
Awake
The Shankil Butchers on the rise
They're waiting till the dead of night
They're picking at their fingers with their knives
And wiping of their cleavers with their thighs
Coz everybody knows
If you don't
Mind your mothers words
A wicked wind will blow
Our ribbons from your curls
Everybody moan
Everybody Shake
The Shankil Butchers wanna catch you
The Shankil Butchers wanna cut you
The Shankil Butchers wanna catch you
Awake
Awake
Awake
Awake