At the End of the Day

At the end of the day, you're another day older And that's all you can say for the life of the poor It's a struggle, it's a war And there's nothing that anyone's giving One more day standing about What is it for? One less day to be living At the end of the day, you're another day colder And the shirt on your back doesn't keep out the chill And the righteous hurry past They don't hear the little ones crying And the winter is coming on fast Ready to kill One day nearer to dying At the end of the day, there's another day dawning And the sun in the morning is waiting to rise And the waves crash on the sand Like a storm that'll break any second There's a hunger in the land There's a reckoning still to be reckoned And there's going to be hell to pay At the end of the day At the end of the day, you get nothing for nothing Sitting flat on your butt doesn't buy any bread There are children back at home And the children have got to be fed And you're lucky to be in a job And in a bed And we're counting our blessings Have you seen how the foreman is fuming today? With his terrible breath and his wandering hands? It's because little Fantine won't give him his way Take a look at his trousers, you'll see where he stands At the end of the day it's another day over With enough in your pocket to last for a week Pay the landlord, pay the shop Keep on grafting as long as you're able Keep on grafting till you drop Or it's back to the crumbs off the table You've got to pay your way At the end of the day And what have we here, little innocent sister? Come on, Fantine, let's have all the news "Dear Fantine, you must send us more money Your child needs a doctor There's no time to lose" What is this fighting all about? Will someone tear these two apart? This is a factory, not a circus! Now come on, ladies, settle down I run a business of repute I am the mayor of this town I look to you to sort this out Now be as patient as you can Now someone say how this began! At the end of the day, she's the one who began it There's a kid that she's hiding in some little town There's a man she has to pay You can guess how she picks up the extra You can bet she's earning her keep sleeping around And the boss wouldn't like it Yes, it's true there's a child and the child is my daughter And her father abandoned us, leaving us flat Now she lives with an innkeeper man and his wife And I pay for the child What's the matter with that? At the end of the day, she'll be nothing but trouble And there's trouble for all when there's trouble for one While we're earning our daily bread She's the one with her hands in the butter You must send the slut away Or we're all going to end in the gutter It's us who'll have to pay At the end of the day! I might have known the bitch could bite I might have known the cat had claws I might have guessed your little secret Ah yes, the virtuous Fantine Who keeps herself so pure and clean You'd be the cause, I had no doubt Of any trouble hereabout You play a virgin in the light But need no urging in the night! She's been laughing at you while she's having her men She'll be nothing but trouble again and again You must sack her today! (Sack the girl today!) Right my girl On your way!