Gates of the West — текст песни (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

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

Standing at the gates of the west
In the shadow again
I`m standing at the gates of the west
In the shadow again