Les Miserables Musical Lyrics

At The End Of The Day

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At The End Of The Day Lyrics

    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!

    The foreman and workers, including Fantine, emerge from the factory

    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 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 till you drop
    Or it's back to the crumbs off the table
    You've got to pay your way
    At the end of the day!

    GIRL Grabbing a letter from Fantine
    And what have we here, little innocent sister?
    Come on Fantine, let's have all the news!

    Reading the letter

    Ooh..."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?

    They fight over the letter. Valjean rushes on to break up the squabble.

    Will someone tear these two apart
    What is this fighting all about?
    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

    To the foreman
    I look to you to sort this out
    And be as patient as you can-

    He goes back into the factory

    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
    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