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Shankhill Butchers

Decemberists
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
 x2
 The shankill butchers  run tonight
 You better  shut your windows tight
 They're sharpening  their cleavers  and their knives
 And taking  all their whiskey by the pint
 And 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
   (
  /B)  x2
 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
 And 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
   (
/B)  x2
 The shankill butchers wanna catch you awake
 The shankill butchers  on the rise
 They're  waiting until the dead of the night
 They're picking  at their fingers  with their knives
 And wiping  off their cleavers on their thighs
 And 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
 The shankill  butchers wanna cut you
 The shankill  butchers wanna catch you
Awake
Awake
Awake
Awake

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Readable chord sheet for Shankhill Butchers by Decemberists

[Am] [Am/B]  [C]  [Am/B]  x2

The [Am]shankill [Am/E]butchers run [F]tonight
You [E]better shut your windows tight
They're [Am]sharpening their [Am/E]cleavers and their [F]knives
And [E]taking all their whiskey by the pint

And everybody [Am]know[Am/E]s if you [F]don't
[G]Mind your mother's [Am]words[Am/E]
A [Am]wicked [Am/E]wind will [F]blow[F]
Your [G]ribbons from your [Am]curls
[Am/E]Everybody [Am]moan, [Am/E]everybody [F]shake
    [E]                             [E/B] ([Am]  [Am/B]
 [Am]/B) x2
The shankill butchers wanna catch you awake

They [Am]used to be [Am/E]just like me and [F]you
They [E]used to be sweet little boys
But [Am]something went [Am/E]horribly a[F]skew
Now [E]killing is their only source of joy

And everybody [Am]know[Am/E]s if you [F]don't
[G]Mind your mother's [Am]words[Am/E]
A [Am]wicked [Am/E]wind will [F]blow[F]
Your [G]ribbons from your [Am]curls
[Am/E]Everybody [Am]moan, [Am/E]everybody [F]shake
    [E]                             [E/B] ([Am]  [Am/B]
[Am]/B) x2
The shankill butchers wanna catch you awake

[Am]   [Am/E]   [F]   [E]
[Am]   [Am/E]   [F]   [E]

The [Am]shankill [Am/E]butchers on the [F]rise
They[E]'re waiting until the dead of the night
They're [Am]picking at their [Am/E]fingers with their [F]knives
And [E]wiping off their cleavers on their thighs

And everybody [Am]know[Am/E]s if you [F]don't
[G]Mind your mother's [Am]words[Am/E]
A [Am]wicked [Am/E]wind will [F]blow[F]
Your [G]ribbons from your [Am]curls
[Am/E]Everybody [Am]moan, [Am/E]everybody [F]shake

[Ending]

The [E]shankill butchers wanna catch you
The [E]shankill butchers wanna cut you
The [E]shankill butchers wanna catch you

[Am]Awa[Am/B]ke    [C]       [Am/B]
[Am]Awa[Am/B]ke    [C]       [Am/B]
[Am]Awa[Am/B]ke    [C]       [Am/B]
[Am]Awake

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