� � At the end of the day you're another day older And that's all you can take from 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 up and chill And the righteous hurry past They don't hear the little ones crying And the winter is coming on fast, ready to kill When they're nearer to dying At the end of the day there's another day dawning And the sun in the morning is ready to rise When the waves crash on the sand And there's so little bread that you send then There's a hunger and a man 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 the dofante 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 When enough of the atomic will last for a week And the landlord and his shop Keep on cracking as long as you're able Keep on cracking till it's time For it's ready with butter at the table And you've got to pay the way At the end of the day 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 time needs a doctor There's no time to lose 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 look to you to sort this out Be as patient as you can Now someone say how this began At the end of the day She's the one who began 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 pricks up the extra You can bet she's earning her keep 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 A 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 And there's trouble for one For we're earning a daily bread Send the sons away For we're off at the end of the night These hounds will 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 here about You play a virgin 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 her today Right my girl On your way