Marion Raven, Everclear ☆ At The End Of The Day (Featuring Art Alexakis)

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
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 butt
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
And the boss he never knows
That the foreman is
always in hest
If Fantine doesn’t look out
Watch how she goes
She’ll be out on the street
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
Well 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
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
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
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 herselfso
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
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