At the end of the day you're day another 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 of end the day
At the end of the day you get nothing for nothing
Sitting flat on buy butt your any doesn't 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 where see he stands
At the end of the day it's another day over
With enough in your pocket to last for a week
Pay landlord the 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 innocent here little 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
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
Run I 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 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 daughteris my
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 b***h could bite
I might have known the cat had claws
I might guessed have 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 sack must her today
Sack the girl today
Right my girl
On your way
