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Paris / Look Down - Live - Logan Clark

Paris / Look Down - Live

Logan Clark

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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 the land that fought for liberty

Now when we fight, we fight for bread

Here is the thing about equality

Everyone is 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

Where are the leaders of the land?

Where are the swells who run this show?

Only one man, and that's Lamarque

Speaks for these 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, in his name, in his name

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?

Watch out for old Thenardier

All of his family's on the make

Once ran a hash-house down the way

Bit of a swine and no mistake

He's got a gang

The bleeding layabout

Even his daughter does her share

That's Eponine, she knows her way about

Only a kid, but hard to scare

Do we care?

Not a cuss

Long live us, long live us

Look down, and show some mercy if you can

Look down, look down, upon your fellow man

These bloody students on our street

Here they come slumming once again

Our Eponine would kiss their feet

She never had a scrap of brain

Hey Eponine, what's up today?

I haven't seen you much about

Here you can always catch me in

Mind the police don't catch you out

Hey whatchu do with all these books

I could have been a student too

Don't judge a girl on how she looks

I know a lot of things I do

Poor Eponine, the things you know

You wouldn't find in books like these

I like the way you grow your hair

I like the way you always tease

Little he knows

Little he sees

- It's already the end -