Now That Your Dollar Bills Have Sprouted Wings Beck

I had fourteen dollars in my inside pocket
And twenty-two more up my sleeve
There was cold hard cash lining up my jacket
But I did not have a dime when I did leave

When I got here I was carrying roses
When I had to go, I was only holding dirt
Well I walked in here wearing a tuxedo
But I left wearing an old t-shirt

They say it's hard times, don't I know it
I'm sleeping on a bed made of nails
Well I used to live way up in the penthouse
Now I can't even get a room in the county jail

Now that your dollar bills have sprouted wings
And I don't think they'll come around next spring
Just like birds of prey, they will take what's yours and fly away
Now that your dollar bills have sprouted wings

Well I came to town on a pile of diamonds
Now I'm leaving on a wheelbarrow of dust
With IOUs glued to my eyelids
Sitting here watching my safe rust

Watching all your coins roll down the gutter
And all your champagne going down the sink
Is there something that you're trying to remember?
Or is that string around your finger a wedding ring?