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
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
found this on imdb
GREEN PIES AND HAM
Sweeney: That Judge must die!
That Judge must die!
I really think
that Judge must die!
Mrs. Lovett: Would te like
a nice meat pie?
Sweeney: I do not want
your awful pie,
I have to get
the Judge to die!
Mrs. Lovett: Would te like one
da the sea?
Sweeney: I would not like one
da the sea.
Now, please, strange woman,
leave me be!
I do not like
your lousy pie.
Now let me plot:
The Judge must die!
Mrs. Lovett: Would te live
above my shop?
I kept your razors
and your strop!
Sweeney: All right. I'll live
above your shop.
I'll use my razors
and my strop.
I'll slit their throats,
then they will die.
We'll turn my patrons
Into pie!
GREEN PIES AND HAM
Sweeney: That Judge must die!
That Judge must die!
I really think
that Judge must die!
Mrs. Lovett: Would te like
a nice meat pie?
Sweeney: I do not want
your awful pie,
I have to get
the Judge to die!
Mrs. Lovett: Would te like one
da the sea?
Sweeney: I would not like one
da the sea.
Now, please, strange woman,
leave me be!
I do not like
your lousy pie.
Now let me plot:
The Judge must die!
Mrs. Lovett: Would te live
above my shop?
I kept your razors
and your strop!
Sweeney: All right. I'll live
above your shop.
I'll use my razors
and my strop.
I'll slit their throats,
then they will die.
We'll turn my patrons
Into pie!