The Death Of Gavroche

The people have not stirred
You're abandoned by those who still live in fear.
Let us not waste lives
Let all who wish to
Go from here.

Do you hear the people sing?
Singing the song of angry men.

It is the music of the people who will not be slaves again
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start when tomorrow comes.

Little people know, when
Little people fight, we
May look easy pickings
But we've got some bite!
So never kick a dog
Because he's just a pup
We'll fight like twenty armies
And we won't give up
So you'd better run for cover
When the pup grows.

You at the barricades, listen to this!
The people of Paris sleep in their beds!
You have no chance
No chance at all
Why throw your lives away?

Let us die facing our foes
Make them bleed while we can
Make them pay through the nose
Make them pay for every man.

Let others rise
to take our place
Until the Earth is free!