Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd. His skin was pale and his eye was odd. He shaved the faces of gentlemen who never thereafter were heard of again. He trod a path that few have trod did Sweeney Todd the demon barber of fleet street. He kept a shop in London town. Of fancy clients and good renown and what if none of their souls were saved they went to their maker impecably shaved. By Sweeney, by Sweeney Todd the demon barber of fleet street.
I have sailed the world beheld its wonders from the dardinells, to the mountains of Peru, But there's no place like London! I feel home again... I could hear the city bells ring... Whatever would I do? No there's... *I credit the songs to who ever wrote them.. I DID NOT!
** If you become a cannon you have to be active.. Thats all I ask..