This is the official Sweeney Todd prayer, yeah I was really bored.


Our father who art in Fleet street,
Hallowed be thy name,
Thy revenge will come,
on earth as it is in London,
give us our daily shavings,
and forgive us our appetite,
as we forgive those who has a bigger appetite,
Save us from Judge Turpin,
and deliver us from all meat pies,
For Sweeney Todd, Mrs Lovett, Tobias now and forever

Amen


uǝɯɐ

ɹǝʌǝɹoɟ puɐ ʍou sɐıqoʇ `ʇʇǝʌol sɹɯ `ppoʇ ʎǝuǝǝʍs ɹoɟ
`sǝıd ʇɐǝɯ llɐ ɯoɹɟ sn ɹǝʌılǝp puɐ
`uıdɹnʇ ǝƃpnɾ ɯoɹɟ sn ǝʌɐs
`ǝʇıʇǝddɐ ɹǝƃƃıq ɐ sɐɥ oɥʍ ǝsoɥʇ ǝʌıƃɹoɟ ǝʍ sɐ
`ǝʇıʇǝddɐ ɹno sn ǝʌıƃɹoɟ puɐ
`sƃuıʌɐɥs ʎlıɐp ɹno sn ǝʌıƃ
`uopuol uı sı ʇı sɐ ɥʇɹɐǝ uo
`ǝɯoɔ llıʍ ǝƃuǝʌǝɹ ʎɥʇ
`ǝɯɐu ʎɥʇ ǝq pǝʍollɐɥ
`ʇǝǝɹʇs ʇǝǝlɟ uı ʇɹɐ oɥʍ ɹǝɥʇɐɟ ɹno

Pretty women
Fascinating...
Sipping coffee,
Dancing... pretty women
Pretty women
Are a wonder.
Pretty women!

Sitting in the window or
Standing on the stair
Something in them cheers the air.

Pretty women
Silhouetted...
Stay within you,
Glancing... stay forever,
Breathing lightly...
Pretty women,
Pretty women!

Blowing out their candles or
Combing out their hair,
Even when they leave
They still are there.
They're there

Ah! Pretty women, at their mirrors,
In their gardens,
Letter-writing,
Flower-picking,
Weather-watching.
How they make a man sing!

Proof of heaven as you're living,
Pretty women! Yes, pretty women!
Here's to pretty women,
Pretty women,
Pretty women,
Pretty women