At the End of the Day - Live

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 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

(Hey!)

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 grafting as long as you're able

Keep on grafting 'til you drop

Or it's back to the crumbs on the table

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 if your business

With a husband at home and a bit on the side

Is there anyone here who can swear but for God

She has nothing to fear

She has nothing to hide

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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 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 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 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 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

You 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!