Meet me at the gate
In the cold and driving rain
Come on and meet me at the gate
Blinded in the gaze
I was grasping to the rock
I was on the chopping block
And so I met you at the gate
I met you at the gate
Judge me at the gate
For all that I became
So come and shoot me at the gate
I'll be naked in the gaze
And I'm folding in the light
Into the coolness of the night
When I meet you at the gate
When I meet you at the gate
Meet me at the gate
All you criminals of fame
Come on and meet me at the gate
All you thieving throes of shame
And all the hustlers of the night
Come meet the judgment of the times
When I meet you at the gate
When I meet you at the gate