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