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 day less 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 plague 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 ready to rise

Let the waves crash on the sand

Like a storm that'll break any second

There's a hunger in the land

There's gonna 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 bum 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

And the boss, he never knows

That the foreman is always on heat

If Fantine doesn't look out

Watch how she goes

She'll be out on the street

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 working as long as you're able

Keep on working 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

Oh 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

Give that letter to me

It is none of your business

With a husband at home and a bit on the side

Is there anyone here who can swear before God

She has nothing to fear

She has nothing to hide

What is this fighting all about

Someone tear these two apart

This is a factory, not a circus

Come on ladies

Settle down

I'm the mayor of this town

I run a business of repute

Deal with this foreman

Be as patient as you can

Yes Monsieur Madeline

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 urgin' 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