paroles de chanson A Little Priest - Johnny Depp feat. Helena Bonham Carter

That′s all very well
But what are we gonna do about him?
Later on when it's dark
We′ll take it to some secret place and bury him
Oh yeah, of course we could do that
Don't suppose he's got any relatives
Gonna come poking around looking for him
Seems a downright shame
Shame?
Seems an awful waste
Such a nice plump frame
What′s his name has, had, has?
Nor he can′t be traced
Business needs a lift
Debts to be erased
Think of it as thrift, as a gift
If you get my drift
Seems an awful waste
I mean, with the price of meat, what it is
When you get it, if you get it
Ah!
Good, you got it
Take, for instance, Mrs. Mooney and her pie shop
Business never better, using only pussycats and toast
Now, a pussy's good for maybe six or seven at the most
And I′m sure they can't compare as far as taste
Mrs. Lovett, what a charming notion
Eminently practical (well, it does)
And yet appropriate as always (seem a waste)
Mrs. Lovett
How I′ve lived without you all these years, I'll never know
(Think about it) how delectable
(Lots of other gentlemen′ll soon)
(Be comin' for a shave, won't they?) Also undetectable
(Think of all them pies) how choice, how rare
For what′s the sound of the world out there?
What, Mr. Todd, what, Mr. Todd
What is that sound?
Those crunching noises pervading the air
Yes, Mr. Todd, yes, Mr. Todd
Yes, all around
It′s man devouring man, my dear
Then who are we to deny it in here?
These are desperate times, Mrs. Lovett
Desperate measures are called for
Here we are, hot out of the oven
What is that?
It's priest, have a little priest
Is it really good?
Sir, it′s too good, at least
Then again, they don't commit sins of the flesh
So it′s pretty fresh
Awful lot of fat
Only where it sat
Haven't you got poet, or something like that?
No, you see, the trouble with poet is
How do you know it′s deceased?
Try the priest
Lawyer's rather nice
If it's for a price
Order something else, though, to follow
Since no one should swallow it twice
Anything that′s lean?
Well, then, if you′re British and loyal
You might enjoy royal marine
Anyway, it's clean
Though of course, it tastes of wherever it′s been
Is that squire on the fire?
Mercy no, sir, look closer, you'll notice it′s grocer
Looks thicker, more like vicar
No, it has to be grocer, it's green
The history of the world, my love
Save a lot of graves, do a lot of relatives favors
Is those below serving those up above?
Everybody shaves, so there should be plenty of flavors
How gratifying for once to know
That those above will serve those down below
What is that?
It′s fop, finest in the shop
Or we have some shepherd's pie
Peppered with actual shepherd on top
And I've just begun
Here′s the politician, so oily
It′s served with a doily, have one
Put it on a bun
Well, you never know if it's going to run
Try the friar, fried, it′s drier
No, the clergy is really too coarse and too mealy
Then actor, it's compacter
Ah, but always arrives overdone
I′ll come again when you have judge on the menu
Have charity towards the world, my pet
Yes, yes, I know, my love
We'll take the customers that we can get
High-born and low, my love
We′ll not discriminate great from small
No, we'll serve anyone
Meaning anyone (we'll serve anyone)
And to anyone at all!