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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
VERSE 1 AmFmE The Shankhill Butchers run tonight you better shut your windows tight AmFmE They're sharpening their cleavers and their knives and taking all their
whiskey by the pint
CHORUS AmFmGAmAm And everybody knows if you don't mind your mother's words oh wicked winds FmGAmAmFm will blow the ribbons from your curls Everybody knows everybody shake the EAm Shankhill Butcher's gonna catch you away
(Repeat Intro)
VERSE 2 AmFmE They used to be just like me and you they used to be sweet little boys But AmFmE something went horribly askew now killing is their only source of joy
CHORUS AGAIN
VERSE 3 AmFmE The Shankhill Butchers on the rise they're waiting in the dead of night AmFmE 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