I used to hear him sing in a Bleeker Street bar
On that tiny stage, with a borrowed guitar
His voice cutting through like a speeding car
Tearing through the deals of the brokers at the bar
They sold everything for a Wall Street wage
A rich man's money is a rich man's cage
Pockets full of gold and a dead man's face
There was life in those eyes, though there's not a trace
How much did it cost you
How much did you pay
And are you sorry, at the end of the day
Are you sorry, at the end of the day
She used to be a friend and a wife and a daughter
Now she's walked on everybody, like she's walking on water
She kissed you on the mouth, while she take what you give her
But I turned the other cheek, when she walked away forever
'Cause you're just another rung on the ladder to the top
Once she started climbing, she could never stop
With her entourage around her, she sits on her throne
She's the queen of nothing now, sitting all alone
How much did it cost you
How much did you pay
And are you sorry, at the end of the day
Are you sorry, at the end of the day
At the end of the day
And you found out what you wanted
Well, it isn't what you need
And you cursed the strange writing
You curse it, but you never leave
Well, there's a way, there's a way
How much did it cost you
How much did you pay
And are you sorry, at the end of the day
How much did it cost you
How much did you pay
And are you sorry, at the end of the day
Are you sorry, at the end of the day
Ooh-ooh, end of the day
I used to hear him sing in a Bleeker Street bar
On that tiny stage, with a borrowed guitar
His voice cutting through like a speeding car
Tearing through the deals of the brokers at the bar
Tearing through the deals of the brokers at the bar