On my way to where the air is sweet
How "sweet" can that air be in NYC where front and center of said street is a monster living in a trash can. I'm sure that huge wolly mammoth must take huge shits in the street that would come close to rivaling a pajeet.
Not sure what it is, but the combination of exhaust, garbage and bum piss does often result in the city streets having a sweet tangy aroma...