Shankill Butchers & Broussard's Lament (Live)
Sarah Jarosz"Shankill Butchers & Broussard's Lament (Live)" is a song by Sarah Jarosz, released in 2013 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:31 long and contains 27 lines and 191 words.
0:10The Shankill Butchers ride tonight
0:14You better shut your windows tight
0:19They're sharpening their cleavers and their knives
0:24And taking all their whiskey by the pint
0:28'Cuz everybody knows if you don't mind your mother's words
0:38A wicked wind will blow your ribbons from your curls
0:47Everybody moan everybody shake
0:53The Shankill Butchers wanna catch you awake
1:07They used to be just like me and you
1:12They used to be sweet little boys
1:18But something went horribly askew
1:22Now killing is their only source of joy
1:26'Cuz everybody knows if you don't mind your mother's words
1:37A wicked wind will blow your ribbons from your curls
1:46Everybody moan everybody shake
1:52The Shankill Butchers wanna catch you awake
2:27The Shankill Butchers on the rise
2:31They're waiting until the dead of night
2:36They're picking at their fingers with their knives
2:41And wiping off their cleavers on their thighs
2:45'Cuz everybody knows if you don't mind your mother's words
2:56A wicked wind will blow your ribbons from your curls
3:05Everybody moan everybody shake
3:11The Shankill Butchers wanna catch you
3:16The Shankill Butchers wanna cut you
3:21The Shankill Butchers wanna catch you awake
3:31Awake awake
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 'Cuz 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 'Cuz 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 The Shankill Butchers on the rise They're waiting until the dead of night They're picking at their fingers with their knives And wiping off their cleavers on their thighs 'Cuz 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
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