Shankhill Butchers
The Decemberists Lyrics


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Two, three, four

The Shankill butchers ride tonight
You'd better shut your windows tight
They're sharpening their cleavers and their knives
And taking all their whiskey by the pint

'Cause 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 want to 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

'Cause 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 want to 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

'Cause 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 want to catch you




The Shankill butchers want to cut you
The Shankill butchers want to catch you awake, awake, awake, awake

Overall Meaning

The Decemberists' song "Shankhill Butchers" is a haunting melody about a group of real-life murderers who were active in Belfast, Northern Ireland, during the 1970s. The lyrics describe the Shankill Butchers as they prepare to go out and kill their next victim. The first verse warns listeners to "shut your windows tight" because the Butchers are out and about, "sharpening their cleavers and their knives" and drinking whiskey to prepare themselves for the night's work. The second verse explains that the Butchers used to be "just like me and you," sweet little boys who have been transformed into killers. The chorus repeats the warning to listen to your mother's words and mind your manners or risk falling prey to the Shankill Butchers.


The song's refrain "everybody moan, everybody shake" seems to suggest a widespread sense of fear and dread among the populace as they wait for the next victim of the Butchers. The final verse is particularly gruesome, describing the Butchers "picking at their fingers with their knives" and wiping off their cleavers on their thighs. The repetition of the phrase "awake, awake, awake, awake" brings the song to a chilling conclusion, emphasizing the Butchers' predatory nature and their willingness to strike at any time.


Overall, the lyrics of "Shankhill Butchers" provide a harrowing depiction of a real-life group of killers who terrorized a city for years. The song's eerie melody and haunting refrain capture the sense of dread and helplessness felt by the victims and their families.


Line by Line Meaning

The Shankill butchers ride tonight
Tonight, the notorious Shankill butchers are out and about


You'd better shut your windows tight
You must ensure your windows are closed and locked tightly, for your own safety


They're sharpening their cleavers and their knives
The butchers are getting their weapons ready for their gruesome work


And taking all their whiskey by the pint
They're drinking copious amounts of whiskey, perhaps to steel their nerves before committing murder


'Cause everybody knows if you don't mind your mother's words
As everyone is aware, if you don't heed your mother's warnings and advice, you could be in grave danger


A wicked wind will blow your ribbons from your curls
A cruel fate will befall you and your life will be destroyed


Everybody moan, everybody shake
Fear and panic is spreading among the people


The Shankill butchers want to catch you awake
The killers are looking for victims who are still awake and vulnerable


They used to be just like me and you
These murderers were once innocent and similar to ordinary individuals


They used to be sweet little boys
In their younger years, these individuals were wholesome and innocent


But something went horribly askew
Something went terribly wrong in their lives, leading them on a path of evil


Now killing is their only source of joy
They derive pleasure only from committing heinous acts of murder


The Shankill butchers on the rise
The killers are increasing in number and power


They're waiting until the dead of night
The murderers are biding their time, waiting until it is darkest to strike


They're picking at their fingers with their knives
They're fidgeting and agitated, not content until they can use their blades to inflict harm


And wiping off their cleavers on their thighs
They are cleaning off their bloodied weapons with casual disregard, making ready for the next killing


The Shankill butchers want to catch you
They are eager to ensnare and harm their next victim


The Shankill butchers want to cut you
They want to inflict terrible harm on their next hapless target


The Shankill butchers want to catch you awake, awake, awake, awake
The killers want to find you in a vulnerable, conscious state, awake and easy to overpower




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