THENARDIER:
Here's a hint of gold
Stuck into a tooth
Pardon me M'sieur
You won't be needing it no more
Shouldn't be hard to sell
Add it to the pile
Add it to the stock
Here, among the sewer rats
A breath away from hell
You'll get accustomed to the smell
Well someone's got to clean them up
My friends
Bodies on the highway
Law and order upside down
Someone's got to collect their odds and ends
As a service to the town
Here's a tasty ring
Pretty little thing
Wouldn't want to waste it
That ought to really be a crime
Thank you sir
I'm in your debt
Here's another toy
Take it off the boy
His heart's no long going
This boy has live his little time
But his watch is ticking yet
Well someone's got to clean them up
My friends
Before the little harvest
Disappears into the mud
Someone's got to collect their odds and ends
When the gutters run with blood
It's a world
Where the dog eats the dog
Where they kill
For the bones in the street
And God in his heaven
He don't interferes
Cause he's dead
As the stiffs at my feet
I raise my eyes to see the heavens
And only the moon looks down
The harvest moon shines down!