I know a man named Sweeney Todd,
Pure anger flowed in his blood,
But still, beyond all, he had a heart,
Even though the years tore it apart.
All he wanted was to go home,
From prison to dear London, the seas he roamed,
But alas! he learned, his wife was dead,
' I swear I'll kill Judge Turpin, ' he said.
So at the night when he had him,
The barber and the razor became such a team,
Todd held the razor, and then flowed blood,
But if you really knew what happened, wouldn't you be sad?
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