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
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