Wolverine vs. Gladiator in: Les Miserables Page #2

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There's a reckoning

still to be reckoned

And there's

gonna be hell to pay

At the end of the day!

(FACTORY WOMEN GIGGLING)

(SHUSHING)

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

(GASPS)

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!

(ALL GIGGLING)

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

FACTORY 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 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

(GASPS)

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?

Stop making trouble.

I'm not making trouble.

Foreman!

What are you doing?

FOREMAN:
Come on, stop that!

Monsieur Madeleine is here!

(SINGING) What is

this fighting all about?

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

(PANTING SOFTLY)

Deal with this, Foreman.

Be as patient as you can.

Yes,

Monsieur Madeleine.

Now, someone say

how this began.

(SINGING)

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?

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

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