Lyrics:

(StrummerJones) 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