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 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
 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 nothin'
 Sittin' 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 hand?
 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 grafting as long as you're able
 Keep on grafting 'til you drop, or it's back to the crumbs off the table
 Well, you gotta 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 shouting 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, and 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 hidin' 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
 It is 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 gonna end in the gutter
 And 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