At The End Of The Day

歌手: Robert Billig • 专辑:Les Miserables (1987 Original Broadway Cast) • 发布时间:1987-01-01
作词 : Alain Boublil/Claude-Michel Schönberg/Herbert Kretzmer/Jean-Marc Natel
 作曲 : Claude-Michel Schönberg/Alain Boublil/Herbert Kretzmer/Jean-Marc Natel
 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!
 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!
 At the end of the day you get nothing for nothing
 Sitting flat on your bum 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!
 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!
 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
 Give that letter to me
 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 run a business of repute
 I am the Mayor of this town
 I look to you to sort this out
 And be as patient as you can (to the foreman)
 Now some, 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 b***h 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!
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