Lyrics: Stephen Sondheim
Music: Stephen Sondheim
Arranger: Stephen Sondheim
Johnny Deep:
I had him His throat was bare beneath my hand
No
I had him
His throat was there and he'll never come again
Helena Bonham Carter:
Easy now, hush love hush
I'll keep telling you
Johnny Deep:
When
Helena Bonham Carter:
What's your rush
Johnny Deep:
Why did I wait
You told me to wait
Now he'll never come again
There's a hole in the world like a great black pit
And it's filled with people who are filled with shit
And the vermin of the world inhabit it
But not for long
They all deserve to die
Tell you why Mrs Lovett tell you why
Because in all of the whole human race
There are two kinds of men and only two
There's the one staying put in his proper place
And the one with his foot in the other one's face
Look at me Mrs Lovett look at you
We all deserve to die
Even you Mrs Lovett even I
Because the lives of the wicked should be made brief
For the rest of us death will be a relief
We all deserve to die
And I'll never see Johanna
No I'll never hug my girl to me
Finished
Alright
You sir, how about a shave
Come and visit your good friend Sweeney
You sir too
Sir, welcome to the grave
I will have vengeance
I will have salvation
Who sir
You sir
No one's in the chair
Come on come on
Sweeney's waiting I want you bleeders
You sir.
Anybody.
Gentlemen now don't be shy
Not one man no nor ten men
Nor a hundred can assuage me
I will have you
And I will get him back even as he gloats In the meantime
I'll practice on less honorable throats
And my Lucy lies in ahses
And I'll never see my girl again
But the work waits
I'm alive at last
And I'm full of joy