We all deserve to die
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, tell you why.
Because in all of the whole human race
There are two kinds of men and only two
There's the one they put in his proper place
And the one with his foot in the other one's face
Look at me, look at you.
Now we all deserve to die
Tell you why, tell you why.
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.
I love me some Sweeney Todd, mm mm I do.
I am going to write fanfiction where Mrs. Lovett survives the fire and returns to Sweeney Todd, terribly burnt, and sews his jugular back together. They will live happily ever after as a pair of horribly deformed murderers, and will spend the rest of their life living on a deserted beach and scaring away those who approach the area. Eventually, folklore will revolve around them to the point of hysteria, and they will die happily in a murder suicide, orgasmically bathing in each other's blood as they die.
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, tell you why.
Because in all of the whole human race
There are two kinds of men and only two
There's the one they put in his proper place
And the one with his foot in the other one's face
Look at me, look at you.
Now we all deserve to die
Tell you why, tell you why.
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.
I love me some Sweeney Todd, mm mm I do.
I am going to write fanfiction where Mrs. Lovett survives the fire and returns to Sweeney Todd, terribly burnt, and sews his jugular back together. They will live happily ever after as a pair of horribly deformed murderers, and will spend the rest of their life living on a deserted beach and scaring away those who approach the area. Eventually, folklore will revolve around them to the point of hysteria, and they will die happily in a murder suicide, orgasmically bathing in each other's blood as they die.