Aaron Tveit, Daniel Huttlestone, Students - The Death Of Gavroche Lyrics

Fire!

How do we stand, Feuilly?
Make your report

We've guns enough
But ammunition's short

Let me go into the streets
There are bodies all around
Ammunition to be had
Lots of bullets to be found!

I won't let you go
It's too much of a chance

And the same is true
For any man here!

Let me go, he's no more than a boy
I am old, I have nothing to fear

You need somebody quicker
And I volunteer!

Come back, Gavroche, don't you dare!

Someone pull him down at once!

Look at me, I'm almost there!

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