I feel this song to be about heroin addiction.:
now i've lost my st. christopher
now that i kissed her
and the one-arm bandit knows
and the maverick chinaman
with the cold-blooded sigh
and
begged you to stab me
you tore my shirt open
and i'm down on my knees tonight
old bushmills i staggered
you buried the dagger
and
that the streets aren't for dreaming now
manslaughter dragnet
and the ghost that sells memories
want a piece of the action anyhow
like an old blues singer on the road, city to city... staying in fleabags, playing dives
jacking up to go to bed after closing
I feel this song to be about heroin addiction.: now i've lost my st. christopher now that i kissed her and the one-arm bandit knows and the maverick chinaman with the cold-blooded sigh
and
begged you to stab me you tore my shirt open and i'm down on my knees tonight
old bushmills i staggered you buried the dagger
and
that the streets aren't for dreaming now manslaughter dragnet and the ghost that sells memories want a piece of the action anyhow
like an old blues singer on the road, city to city... staying in fleabags, playing dives jacking up to go to bed after closing