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
**** to pay
At the end of the day
At the end of the day
you get nothin' for nothin'
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 fumin' 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 in heat
If Fantine doesn't watch 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
You've got to pay your way
At the end of the day
Now 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
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
That can swear before God
She has nothin' to fear
She has nothin' to hide
Will someone tear
these two apart
What is this fighting
all about
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'll 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 earnin'
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 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 ***** 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