You strike my side as you search for gold If it's love you want, you better strike my
Soul You want to cause me sweet pain With your pelting lips and those eyes of shame
Who makes the way, tell me right away Who makes the way, tell me right away
Screaming murder at the top of the street I showed you gold, I swept you off your feet
You want to cause me sweet pain With your pelting lips and those eyes of shame
Who makes the way, tell me right away Who makes the way, tell me right away
Who makes the way, tell me right away Who makes the way, tell me right away