| lyric | 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
[WOMEN & MEN (overlapping)]
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
[FOREMAN]
At the end of the day you get nothing for nothing
Sitting flat on your butt doesn't buy any bread
[MALE WORKER]
There are children back at home
And the children have got to be fed
And you're lucky to be in a job
[WOMAN #1]
And in a bed
[BOTH]
And we're counting our blessings!
[WOMAN #2]
Have you seen how the foreman is fuming today?
With his terrible breath and his wandering hands?
[WOMAN #3]
It's because little Fantine won't give him his way
[WOMAN #1]
Take a look at his trousers, you'll see where he stands!
[WOMEN & MEN (overlapping)]
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 on the table
You've got to pay your way
At the end of the day! |