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