Shankhill Butchers taby ukulele według Decemberists

VERSE 1
Am                             Fm        E 
The Shankhill Butchers run 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 killing is their only source of joy. 

CHORUS AGAIN

VERSE 3
     Am                    Fm                E                        
The Shankhill Butchers on the rise, they're waiting in the dead of night. 
        Am                                   Fm           E
They're picking at their fingers with their knives, and wiping 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