Lyrics:
Two, three, four
The Shankill butchers ride tonight
You better shut your windows tight
They're sharpening their cleavers and their knives
Two, three, four
The Shankill butchers ride tonight
You better shut your windows tight
They're sharpening their cleavers and their knives
the past
I've been raped by the butcher
I don't think I'll last
I need to know the future
I want to know the past
I've been raped by the butcher
I don't
with us (Butcher comin')
No propane, keep that flame with us
Yeah, it's big clip Butcher, ain't no bargainin' with the family
My hoes send each
what's underneath?
I'm hanging upside down
I see the butcher's knife around
My blood runs out, 'til I am dead
The floor is covered in violet red, in violet
He can make a blind man see our lord
They call him Eddie the Butcher
You can die by pistol or knife or sword
They call him Eddie the Butcher
the chain of command I deliver the pain you're receivin
Brain washing has officially begun
Kid you peep a psycho holdin a butcher knife dancin like Re-Run
Mama dear, come over here
And see who's looking in my window
It's the butcher boy and oh
He's got a bundle in his hand
Tell me why he winks his
as well go 'gainst I man faith
So a forward a market, I sight the butcher bwoy by de gate
[Chorus]
(You wan' goat?) No I might-a kill I queen
(Try de
Mama dear, come over here
And see who's looking in my window
It's the butcher boy and oh
He's got a bundle in his hand
Tell me why he winks his
that crimson sin intensity!
I'm haunted by the mystery of red, red, red!
Red! red knocks 'em dead!
Some like it hot-tah!
I like it red!
Red's my
day and red by night, eyes will bleed and lose all sight
Darkness cometh, Chelsea smile, Bell Lord come erase the light
Eyes burning bright I lose my
Now I think I'm turning inside out
That's a bad shout
Deafened by the turning of the screw
Tell me honey does it feel right
Running red lights
Now I
down
Out of the verdant mountains to the bleak twilight
Of the muddy tablelands, pulled into the night
And the Bayfield Butcher outlived everyone
Who
butcher wants to cook a steak
Bloody rusty cleaver is the only thing he takes
He beats in a frenzy the cold dead flesh
Walls are painted red and he feels
corvette
Lionel, Dave and the butcher made three
You got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinny bone tree
With the strings of a washburn
Stretched
the grave robbers
Or the reanimation, oh those buried alive
The human butchers
It's selfish to miss so I stay selfless by I wish and wish
Lost in the outcry
in holy blood
The clouds dripping red
In the sky floats a headless god
The rain of death has just begun
An outcast from a forgotten world
Dreaming
If you want to see and be seen, then be seen. Your dress is dark red and your opening eyes are bright green. Make a scene, but don't lie on the bed,
(Brr)
At the red light, red light, red light
Let go
At the red light (Woo)
A-At the red light, get hit by a dyke (Ahh)
At the red light (O oh)
Both of my
Ah
The Butcher comin', nigga
You know, niggas be talkin' like this shit overnight
I spent 'bout two thousand nights in the cells
So I'm like,
the chain of command I deliver the pain you're receivin
Brain washing has officially begun
Kid you peep a psycho holdin a butcher knife dancin like Re-Run
from a red Corvette
Lionel, Dave and the butcher made three
Oh you got to meet me by the
Knuckles of the skinny bone tree
With the strings of a Washburn
as laughter, red slaughter
Eaten by carrion, Sharon Bateman, fate, and Al's hair,
Red sardonyx, red fingernails, lil' Red Ridin' Hood, MATADOR,
Crucifix, red is
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