Chorus:
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 anyones giving
One more day standing about
What is it for?
One day less to be living
At the end of the day your another day colder
And the shirt on your back doesn't keep out the chill
And the richeous 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
There's a storm to break any second
There's a hunger in the land
There's a reckoning still to be reckoned
And it's gunna be hell to pay
At the end of the day
Man:
At the end of the day you get nothing for nothing
Sitting flat on your butt doesn't buy any bread
Chorus Man:
There are children back at home
And the childen have got to be fed!
And you're lucky to be in a job!
Chorus Women:
And in a bed!
Both:
And we're counting our blessings!
Whore:
Have you seen how the forman is fuming today?
With his terrible breath and his wondering hands?
Whore2:
Because little Fantine won't give him his way
Whore:
Take a look at his trunks you'll see where he stands!
Chorus:
At the end of the day there'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 'til you drop
Or it's back to the crusts on the table
We've got to pay our way-a
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