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