At the end of the day you're another day older,
and thats all you can say for the life of the poor.
It's a struggle, it's a war, and there's nothing that anyones 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 dont 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 crashing the sand,
like a storm that will 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 doesnt buy any bread.
And there's children back at home, and the childern have gotta be fed,
and your 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
All becasue little Fantine won't give him his way
Take a look at his trousers
You 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 grafting as long as your able.
Keep on grafting till you drop,
or its back to the crusts on the table.
Well you've got 'ta pay your way, at the end of the day.
And what do we here little innocent sister
Come on Fantine let's have all the news
Dear Fantine you must send
