Paris; Look Down

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 streets
Look down, look down
Upon your fellow man!

How do you do? My name's Gavroche
These are my people, here's my patch
Not much to look at, nothing posh
Nothing that you'd call up to scratch
This is my school, my high society
Here in the slums of Saint Michele
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.

There was a time we killed the king
We tried to chance the world to fast
Now we have got another King
He is no better than the last
This is the land that fought for liberty
Now when we fight we fight for bread!
Here is the thing about equality
Everyone's equal when they're dead
Take your place!
Take your chance!
Vive la France! Vive la France!

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

When's it gonna end
When we gonna live
Something's gotta happen now or
Something's gonna give
It'll come, it'll come, it'll come
It'll come, it'll come, it'll come.

Where are the leaders of the land
Where is the King who run this show?

Only one man general Lamarque
Speaks for these people here below.

Lamarque is ill and fading fast
Won't last the week out so they say.

With all the anger in the land
How long before the judgement day
Before we cut the fat ones down to size
Before the barricades arise?