I drive this route for a hundred years
I keep my head and I hide my fears
The road is long and the fog is thick
The air is heavy and the air is sick
One more climb to the iron gate
Pay the toll or you meet your fate
Turn the wheel and you hold the line
Cross the border and take what is mine
The cards are dealt on a rusted tray
I see the monsters in the light of day
A gold coin glints in a dead man's hand
I drive a cab through a broken land
The engine hums like a dying beast
The vultures circle for a midnight feast
I know the shortcuts through the jagged stone
I walk this highway and I walk alone
One more climb to the iron gate
Pay the toll or you meet your fate
Turn the wheel and you hold the line
Cross the border and take what is mine
Stop the car by the blackened well
I know the stories that the locals tell
The tower rises like a frozen bone
The coldest wind that I have ever known
I take the fare to the final floor
I lock the latch and I shut the door
The climb is hard but the view is clear
I face the monster and I kill the fear
One more climb to the iron gate
Pay the toll or you meet your fate
Turn the wheel and you hold the line
Cross the border and take what is mine
Keep the change, kid.
End of the line.
