Thomas Z. Shepard - The Ballad of Sweeney Todd (Reprise 3) lyrics

[COMPANY] His hands were quick, his fingers strong It stung a little but not for long And those who thought him a simple clod Were soon reconsidering under the sod Consigned there with a friendly prod From Sweeney Todd The Demon Barber of Fleet Street See your razor gleam, Sweeney Feel how well it fits As it floats across the throats Of hypocrites . .