Chris Walla - Shank** Butchers lyrics

Two, three, four... The Shank** 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 Shank** 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 k**ing is their only source of joy Cause everybody knows... The Shank** 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... The Shank** butchers wanna catch you The Shank** butchers wanna cut you The Shank** butchers wanna catch you Awake Awake Awake Awake