I used to hear him sing in a Bleecker Street bar   On that tiny stage with a borrowed guitar   His voice cut through like a speeding car   Tearing through the deals of the brokers at the bar      Then he 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, now 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'll kiss you on the mouth while she takes what you give her   Better turn the other cheek when she walks away forever      'Cause you're just another rung on the ladder to the top   And once she started climbing, she couldn't ever stop   With her entourage around her, she sits on her throne   But she's the queen of nothing now, she's 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?      And you found out what you wanted   Well it isn't what you need   And you curse this train you're riding   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?   Are you sorry at the end of the day?      I used to hear him sing in a Bleecker 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