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!