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