The "girl" is obviously heroin. He seems to be talking about a grisly atrocity that happens at some point, since somebody's feet get cut off and are rolling around in the street, looking like jelly rolls. Ah, the mean streets of New York. At another point, he's telling junkie girls to look up and see him at the window. She made Jam when she came? She must have been sick then. A strangely cheerful, sinister, and chilling song about being a junkie in the big city, with little flashes and vignettes you might glimpse in its seedy and hidden corners. It hurts to be that kinda fella, but he is anyways. And his only woman is a white horse.
The "girl" is obviously heroin. He seems to be talking about a grisly atrocity that happens at some point, since somebody's feet get cut off and are rolling around in the street, looking like jelly rolls. Ah, the mean streets of New York. At another point, he's telling junkie girls to look up and see him at the window. She made Jam when she came? She must have been sick then. A strangely cheerful, sinister, and chilling song about being a junkie in the big city, with little flashes and vignettes you might glimpse in its seedy and hidden corners. It hurts to be that kinda fella, but he is anyways. And his only woman is a white horse.