End of the Day

{|style="width:100%; border:3px #0276FD; background:-webkit-linear-gradient(top, #BFDFFF,#7FBFFF);border-radius:0px; align:center; -moz-border-radius:0px; -webkit-border-radius:0px; -moz-box-shadow: 2px 2px 8px #5A5A8B; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 8px #5A5A8B;" 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 it's another day dawning, and the sun in the morning is ready to rise

And the waves crash on the sand, like a storm that'll break any second

There's a hunger in the land, 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 but 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...

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

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 till you drop, or it's back to the crumbs on the table

Where 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?

'''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 it, foreman. Be as patient as you can.'''

'''Yes, Monsieur Madeleine. Now someone say how this all 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 is my daughter, and the father abandoned us leaving us flat

Now she lives with an inkeeper 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 girl away, or we'll 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*tch 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'll be 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

'''All right my girl. On your way.'''