Gates Of The West Lyrics - Super Black Market Clash - The Clash

(strummer/jones) 

I would love to be the lucky one on chill 

Avenue 

Who could keep your heart warm when ice has turned it blue 

But with the beggin' sleeping losers as they turn in for the night 

I'm looking back for home and I can see the lights 

I should be jumpin' shoutin' that I made it all this way 

From camden town station to 44th and 8th 

Not many make it this far and many say we're great 

But just like them we walk on an' we can't escape our fate 

Can't you hear the sighing 

Eastside jimmy and southside sue 

Both say they needed something new 

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So I'm standing at the gates of the west 

I burn money at the lights of the sign 

The city casts a shadow of the perfect crime 

I'm standing at the gates of the east 

I take my pulse and the pulse of my friend 

The city casts a shadow, will I see you again? 

The immigrants an' remnants of all the glory years 

Are clustered around the bar again for another round of beers 

Little richard's in the kitchen playing spoons and plates 

He's telling the waitress he's great 

Ah say I know somewhere back'n'forth in time 

Out on the dustbowls, deep in the roulette mine 

Or in a ghetto cellar only yesterday 

There's a move into the future for the usa. 

I hear them crying 

Eastside jimmy and southside sue 

Both said they needed something new 

Photos 

Standing at the gates of the west 

In the shadow again 

I'm standing at the gates of the west 

In the shadow again