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 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.
And the boss, he never knows
That the foreman is always in hest
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 till 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?
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 am the Mayor of this town
I run a business of repute
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 herselfso 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!
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 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.
And the boss, he never knows
That the foreman is always in hest
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 till 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?
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 am the Mayor of this town
I run a business of repute
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 herselfso 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!
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 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.
And the boss, he never knows
That the foreman is always in hest
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 till 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?
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 am the Mayor of this town
I run a business of repute
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 herselfso 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!