Sweeny Todd

[George.Wright]

Sweeny Todd
Prepare thee for the bludgeoning hammer
The one that causes your skull to crack and mouth to stammer
Watch out for the wild cuttings of the silver cut throat knife
That serates your voice and did slice and slice

And death will manage to visit and to stay
Past the actions and the fumblings of the lathered affray
Where is the ferryman and his grandpa of the slewn and the slay?
Taught skin and look of the dead, I must say

Continue to bash them oblivious on their way
And any that looked as if they had some hope
Were left dangling amongst the twines of some taught rope
Death has no mercy on it's known destiny and the swing
As hammers bash and thump them when outside, Christmas carols did sing

Hung on the meat hooks and cooked as carrion flesh
The slivers of humans were mixed with foul fish that we all detest
Special pies sold across from the barber's domain
Slit, bloody, gargling, throats in the leather chair all the same
And the customer's slid and sank downwards to the pit's divide
Human remains in the pastry of the scrumptious pies would decide

Georges.