A loving man with power and riches,
Gets taken away and returns with stitches.
His lovely wife thought dead and gone,
He cries for her in a mournful song.

A razor's blade is sharp and clean,
Shown what's to happen in its gleam.
He's found a friend, one he trusts,
It's his to yield in his lust.

Venegence is now what he seeks,
For the one that touched her cheek.
He won't stop until he's dead,
Cut his throat and off with his head.

The man he wants was in his grasp,
He got away all too fast.
Anger can't compare to time,
Sadly his mind went blind.

He sees the man one odd day,
It's now the end of this game.
Rubies fall without a sound,
They shatter when they reach the ground.

There was a mistake on that day,
It all comes back in a haze.
It wasn't him, it was her,
His only love dead in a blur.

He sits in shock, her eyes still closed,
He blames himself for what he didn't know.
He stares at her face confused and still,
Pondering who he should ****.

It wasn't him to **** next,
A young boy's eyes were too fixed.
The roles were changed in the play,
Some will never see the day.

Death comes fast to the man,
His mind goes blank as he holds her hand.
A razor that was once his friend,
Becomes an enemy in the end.

There is this city on a harbor,
It is said where there lived an demonic barber.
There was a fellow that was quite odd,
And his name was Sweeny Todd.