Текст песни Gates of the West - 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
 
                                    
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