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At the End of the Day
Colm Wilkinson; Jackie Marks; Michael McCarthy; The "Les Misérables" 10th Anniversary Cast, The "Les Misérables" 10th Anniversary Choir
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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
And 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
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
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 shops
Keep on grafting as long as you're able
Keep on grafting till you drop
Or it's back to the crusts off 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 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 run a business of repute
I am the mayor of this town
I look to you to sort this out
Now 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 hand in the butter
You must send the slut away
Or we're all gonna end in the gutter
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 have no doubt
Of any trouble hereabout
You play a virgin in the light
But 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