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