Look down

Look down,
and see the beggars at your feet.
Look down,
and show some mercy if you can.
Look down,
and see the sweepings of the street.
Look down, look down,
upon your fellow man

How do you do?
My name's Gavroche.
These are my people, and here's my patch.
Not much to look at, nothing posh.
Nothing that you'd call up to scrach.
This is my school, my high society,
here in the slums of St. Michel.
We live on crumbs of humble piety.
Tough on the teeth, but what the hell.
Think you're poor,
think you're free?
Follow me, Follow me!

Look down,
and show some mercy if you can.
Look down, look down,
upon your fellow man.

What do you think you're at,
hanging round me pich?
If you're new around here, girl
you've got a lot to learn.

Listen, you old bat,
crazy bloody witch!
At least I give me costumers some pleasure in return!

I know what you give!
You give e'm all the pox.
Spill around you're poison
till they end up in a box!

Leave the poor old cow.
Move it, Madeleine!
She used to be no better till the clap got
to her brain.

When's it gonna end?
When are we gonna live?
Something's got to happen now,
or something's gotta give.
It'll come, It'll come, It'll come.....

Where are the leaders of the land?
Where are the swells who run this show?

Only one man, and that's Lamarque,
speaks for the people here below.

See our children fed,
help us in our shame.
Something for a crust of bread,
in Holy Jesus' name.
In the Lord's holy name, in his name.....

Lamarque is ill and fading fast,
won't last a week out, so they say.

With all the anger in the land,
how long before the Jugement Day?
Before we cut the fat ones down to size?
Before the barricades arise.

Look down,
and show some mercy if you can.
Look down, look down,
upon your fellow man.