Look Down (The Beggars) Songtext
von Claude‐Michel Schönberg

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
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 St. 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
What you think you at?
Hanging around me pitch?
If you′re new around here, girl
You′ve got a lot to learn
Listen you old bat
Crazy, bloody witch
'Least I give me customers some pleasure in return
I know what you give
Give ′em all the pox
Spread around your poison
Till they end up in a box
Leave the poor, old crow
Move it, Madeleine
She used to be no better
Till the clap got to her brain
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 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?
Look down and show some mercy if you can
Look down, look down upon your fellow man