End Of The Day

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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 

Chorus: 
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 

Chorus 

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 

chorus 

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
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