Epiphany

I had him!
His throat was bare beneath my hand
No, I had him!
His throat was there and he'll never come again

Easy now, hush, love, hush
I keep telling you (when?)
What's your rush? (why did I wait?)
You told me to wait!
Now he'll never come again

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, Mrs. Lovett, tell you why
Because in all of the whole human race, Mrs. Lovett
There are two kinds of men and only two
There's the one staying put in his proper place
And the one with his foot in the other one's face
Look at me, Mrs Lovett, look at you

No, we all deserve to die
Even you, Mrs. Lovett, even I
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
And I'll never see Johanna
No, I'll never hug my girl to me

Finished!
Alright! You sir, how about a shave?
Come and visit your good friend, Sweeney
You sir, too sir?
Welcome to the grave
I will have vengeance
I will have salvation

Who sir, you sir?
No one's in the chair
Come on, come on!
Sweeney's waiting
I want you bleeders
You sir! Anybody!
Gentlemen, now don't be shy!

Not one man, no, nor ten men
Nor a hundred can assuage me
I will have you!
And I will get him back even as he gloats
In the meantime I'll practice on less honorable throats

And my Lucy lies in ashes
And I'll never see my girl again!
But the work waits!
I'm alive at last!
And I'm full of joy!



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim
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