I came to Fleet Street just to find you
I need the sharpest blade you've got
And special service be provided
Let me sit in this here chair
Of it's dangers I'm aware
I came to die here, Mr. Todd
I know you've killed so many people
I'm asking you to end my road
That's what I want, it's pretty simple
So much people want to eat
Throw them pieces of my meat!
Chorus:
Slit my throat, Mr. Todd,
Don't keep me waiting
Make some more pretty pies
And serve them well
Take your blade, don't you wait
You know, I hate it
Slit my throat, Mr. Todd
No-one will tell
Hold your razor high, Sweeney
Take his life away
He wants not to live, Sweeney
Serve him as he paid
Don't you want to make me die?
I will be a superb pie!
Chorus.
Hold your razor high, Sweeney
Take my life away
I want not to live, Sweeney
Serve me as I paid
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