歌词
His hands were quick, his fingers strong
It stung a little but not for long
And those who thought him a simple clod
Were soon reconsidering under the sod
Consigned there with a friendly prod
From Sweeney Todd
The Demon Barber of Fleet Street
See your razor gleam, Sweeney
Feel how well it fits
As it floats across the throats of hypocrites
专辑信息
10.My Friends
13.Ah, Miss
15.The Contest
17.Wait
19.Johanna
20.Kiss Me
21.Pretty Women
22.Epiphany
25.Johanna
26.By the Sea