It's hard to feel what's in your head

Where the gas lamps grow

And the garbage blows

Around the paper stands.

And a baby cried

And I saw a light

And I wondered where

And I wondered why

There'd be a loss of life

Down here tonight.

Down on western ford gateway

That's a place where the dead say

That a man lives no more

That his fair share of days

Down on western ford gateway.

It flowed upon the cobbled floor

For the bottle's dead

And they're drunk again

By the tavern door.