The Westies are an Irish American gang operating from Hell's Kitchen on Manhattan's West Side. According to crime author T. J. English, "Although never more than twelve to twenty members—depending on who was in or out of jail at any given time—the Westies became synonymous with the last generation of Irish in the birthplace of the Irish Mob...." According to the NYPD Organized Crime Squad and the FBI, the Westies were responsible for 60–100 murders between 1968 and 1986.
In the early 1960s Mickey Spillane stepped into a power vacuum that had existed in Hell's Kitchen since gang leaders fled the area in the early 1950s to avoid prosecution. A mobster from Queens named Hughie Mulligan had been running Hell's Kitchen; Spillane, a native, was his apprentice until inheriting the throne.
Spillane sent flowers to neighbors in the hospital and provided turkeys to needy families during Thanksgiving, in addition to running gambling enterprises such as bookmaking and policy, accompanied inevitably by loansharking. Loansharking led to assault, and Spillane had burglary arrests as well. However, among all his criminal activities, the most audacious was his "snatch" racket (kidnapping and holding local businessmen and members of other crime organizations for ransom).
The Westies was the name given by the Irish media to a criminal gang based in Blanchardstown, west Dublin, Ireland.
They controlled the heroin trade in west Dublin in the late 90s and early 2000s and were known for their extreme violence against drug addicts and rival drug dealers. The gang, who were also involved in armed robberies and extortion, imploded after the murders of all of its leaders.
Bernard 'Verb' Sugg (23) was shot dead by two masked men in a pub in Blanchardstown in August 2003. Shane Coates (31) and Stephen Sugg (27) went missing in Spain in 2004. Their bodies were found buried under concrete in a warehouse near Alicante in July 2006. Both had been shot in the head. Spanish police suspect they were killed after crossing another group of Irish gangsters based in Spain. Coates had fled to Spain after being injured in a shoot-out with Gardai in Cavan in 2003. In April 2005, Andrew Glennon (30) was shot dead after being ambushed by at least four gunmen near his home in Clonee. His brother Mark (32) was shot dead outside his home in Blanchardstown by a lone gunman five months later.
I was walking around, just a face in the crowd
Trying to keep myself out of the rain
Saw a vagabond king wear a Styrofoam crown
Wondered if I might end up the same
There's a man out on the corner
Singing old songs about change
Everybody's got their cross to bare, these days
She came looking for some shelter with a suitcase full of dreams
To a motel room on the boulevard
I guess she's trying to be James Dean
She's seen all the disciples and all the wanna be's
No one wants to be themselves these days
Still there's nothing to hold on to but these days
These days the stars seem out of reach
These days there ain't a ladder on the streets
Oh no, no, no
These days are fast, nothing lasts in this graceless age
There ain't nobody left but us these days
Jimmy shoes busted both his legs, trying to learn to fly
From a second story window, he just jumped and closed his eyes
His momma said he was crazy, he said "Momma, I've got to try
Don't you know that all my heroes died
And I guess, I'd rather die than fa-fa-fade away, yeah"
These days the stars seem out of reach, yeah
But these days there ain't a ladder on the streets
Oh no, no, no
These days are fast, love don't lasts in this graceless age
Even innocence has caught the midnight train
And there ain't nobody left but us these days
I know Rome's still burning
Though the times have changed
This world kept turning round and round and round and round
These days
These days the stars seem out of reach, yeah
But these days there ain't a ladder on these streets
Oh no, no, no
These days are fast, love don't lasts in this graceless age
Even innocence has caught the midnight train
And there ain't nobody left but us these days
These days the stars seem out of reach, yeah
These days there ain't a ladder on these streets
Oh no, no, no
These days are fast, nothing lasts
There ain't no time to waste
There ain't nobody left to take the blame
Oh no, no, no
Oh no, no, no, these days
There ain't nobody left but us these days