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 going to be hell to pay
And the end of the day!
At the end of the day you get nothing for nothing!
Lying 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!
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