To the left there's the men with dirty cheques in their hands
To the right the empty hope of dying young with no regrets
That's one way to get the gold
The only way to get to you
Up above you see them hide their dirty coins behind their eyes
Down below they clean themselves with hollow thoughts and empty beds
That's one way to get the gold
The only way to get to you
Put the call to the crow, crow I'm counting on you
Inside they feel the flame when all their lead has turned to gold
That's one way to get the gold
The only way to get to you