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 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 And the boss he never knows That the foreman is always in hest 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 till 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 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 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 am the Mayor of this town I run a business of repute 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 herselfso 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