| Parody: | Original: |
Two, Three, four…
The Foreskin Butchers ride tonight
You better close your zipper tight
They’re sharpening their scissors and their knives
And taking all the money that they might | 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 my warning words
A wicked man will slice
Your skin right off its home
Everybody groan, everybody shake
The Foreskin Butchers wanna cut you
Away | ‘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 intact little boys
But they got chopped because the doctors do
Now cutting is their only source of joy
|
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 my warning words
A wicked man will slice
Your skin right off its home
Everybody groan, everybody shake
The Foreskin Butchers wanna cut you
Away | ‘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 Foreskin Butchers on the rise
They’re spreading out their vicious lies
They’re picking up their paychecks with big smiles
And ignoring their many victims’ cries |
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 my warning words
A wicked man will slice
Your skin right off its home
Everybody groan, everybody shake
The Foreskin Butchers wanna catch you
The Foreskin Butchers wanna charge you
The Foreskin Butchers wanna cut you
Away
Away
Away |
‘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 kill you
The Shankill Butchers wanna cut you
The Shankill butchers wanna catch you
Awake
Awake
Awake |
The Foreskin Butchers (to