#five-dollar bill

[fieriframes]

[And his cold trousers were twisted and the sirens high and shrill. And crumpled in his fist was a five-dollar bill. And the naked mannequins with their cheshire grins. And the raconteurs and roustabouts said Buddy, come on in. 'Cause, 'cause the dreams ain't broken down here now. They're walking with a limp.]