Hugh Jackman ☆ At The End Of The Day

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
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
And the boss
he never knows
That the foreman
is always on heat
If Fantine doesn’t look out
Watch how she goes
She’ll be out on the street
At the end of the day
its 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 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
Oh 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
Hey Come on stop that
Mr Madeleine’s here
What is this fighting all about
Will someone tear
these two apart
This is a factory
not a circus
come on
ladies
settle down
I am the mayor of this town
I run a business of repute
Deal with this
Foreman
Be as patient as you can
Yes
monsieur Madeleine
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 here about
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 her today
Right
my girl
On your way
Monsieur le Maire
Monsieur le Maire
Monsieur le Maire
Monsieur le Maire
Monsieur
Please
I have a child