Shankhill Butchers

BLAH! ive been fiddling w/ this concept for too long...the first set up was COMPLETLY different from this but it was also stupid...anyways guys....i think this portrays the mood i was going for...if not really getting anything else right...i just hate the girl...id like to stab her with that pitchfork cause shes horrible hahaha anyways.....

based off the song Shankhill Butchers by the Decemberists

interestingly i found an article about this song...apparently people actually affected by the event weren't too happy about it being turned into a lullaby ...anyhow...i love it and so should you..heres the lovely lyrics as i found them on some random site...

-potato

--edit--
i like her better ...dunno if its really all that much of an improvement...ah well

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Two, three, four...

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
'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 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
'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 wanna catch you
Awake

The Shankill butchers on the rise
They're waiting till 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 wanna catch you
Awake

The Shankill butchers wanna kill you
The Shankill butchers wanna cut you
The Shankill butchers wanna catch you
Awake
Awake
Awake
Awake