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 waiting to rise Like 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 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 'til you drop Or it's back to the crumbs off the table Well, 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? Stop making trouble, I'm not making trouble, foreman! What are you doing? Hey, come on, stop that Monsieur Madeleine is here What is this fighting all about? Someone, tear these two apart This is a factory, not a circus Come on, ladies, settle down I am the mayor of this town I run a business of repute Deal with this foreman Be as patient as you can Yes, Monsieur Madeleine 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 Le Mayor, Monsieur le Mayor, Monsieur le Mayor, Monsieur le Mayor Please, please Monsieur, I have a child