Demon Barber on Fleet Street
Hiding in the shadows,
Watching your every step;
The poor barber, longing for his wife.
Silent he may be, soul filled with despair,
His razor may cut you,
His presence may scare you,
Watch out for the demon barber on Fleet Street.
Enter his shop, if you dare;
I would advise looking for business elsewhere;
For if you enter, you will go missing,
Leaving your wife to mourn in despair.
Your throat will bleed,
Your soul will fly high, if you don't
Watch out for the demon barber on Fleet Street.