At the End of the Day Lyrics & Tabs by Les Misérables 2010 Cast
At the End of the Day
guitar chords lyrics
1823, MONTREUIL-SUR-MER
(Now, in the town of Montreuil-sur-Mer, Valjean, under the name of Madeleine, has become mayor. The unemployment rate is high as ever, but a glimmer of hope may exist now.)
POOR
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 plague is coming on fast, ready to kill.
One day nearer to dying!
They don't hear the little ones crying...
And the plague 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,
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!
(Valjean's black-glass factory. A poor, pretty, young woman named Fantine works overtime daily to support her daughter, Cosette, who lives in the town of Montfermeil, with the Thénardier family. Fantine pays them money, which they use for themselves, as opposed to Cosette.)
FOREMAN
At the end of the day you get nothing for nothing...
Sitting flat on your bum doesn't buy any bread.
WORKER 1
There are children back at home,
WORKER 2
And the children have got to be fed.
And you're lucky to be in a job.
WORKER 3
And in a bed!
WORKERS
And we're counting our blessings!
WORKING WOMEN
Have you seen how the foreman is fuming today?
With his terrible breath and his wandering hands?
ZEPHINE
It's because little Fantine won't give him his way,
Take a look at his trousers, you'll see where he stands!
WORKER WOMAN 1
And the boss, he never knows,
That the foreman is always on heat.
WORKER WOMAN 2
If Fantine doesn't look out,
Watch as she goes!
She'll be out on the street!
WORKING WOMEN
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 working as long as you're able.
Keep on working 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!
ZEPHINE
And what have we here, little innocent sister?
Come on Fantine, let's have all the news!
"Dear Fantine, you must send us more money...
Your child needs a doctor...
There's no time to lose!"
FANTINE
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?
VALJEAN
What is this fighting all about?
Will someone tear these two apart?
This is a factory, not a circus!
Now come on ladies, settle down,
I am the Mayor of this town,
I run a business of repute.
(He turns to the foreman.)
I look to you to sort this out,
And be as patient as you can...
(Valjean leaves.)
FOREMAN
Now someone say how this began!
ZEPHINE
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!
FANTINE
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?
WORKING WOMEN
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!
FOREMAN
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 urging in the night...
WORKER WOMEN
She'll be laughing at you,
While she's having her men.
She'll be nothing but trouble, again and again.
You must sack the girl today,
Sack the girl today!
FOREMAN
Right, my girl,
On your way!
