The Clash - Gates Of The West download album

Album Super Black Market Clash. Gates Of The West Lyrics. I would love to be the lucky one on Chill Avenue Who could keep your heart warm when ice has turned it blue But beggin' sleeping losers as they turn in for the night I'm lookin' 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 on. to 44th and 8th Not many make it this far, many say we're great But just like them we walk on, we can't escape our fate Can't you hear the sighin' Eastside Jimmy and Southside Sue Both say they.

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

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Gates of the West is found on the album Cost of Living. Found on more albums: Super Black Market Clash Clash on Broadway Pearl Harbour '79 The Singles 1977 Revisited. The Clash – Gates of the West. Gates of the West" as written by Mick Jones Joe Strummer. Lyrics powered by LyricFind. Gates of the West song meanings.

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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

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