Happy, we are when we choose to wear the blindfold

And mark our own day with a parade and a song



In our minds, our fathers have died and we realize

That cities have clubs and we like to get drunk

And high from the smells we inhale from dirty wells

And the mouth of a boy who smokes cigarettes



Happiness has a smell I inhale

Like a drug done in a darkened hall

Or a bathroom stall with a friend or a man with a hard on



I feed my own face when I soon crave a taste

Of the neck of a boy who wears eau de toilette

And shaves every day and behaves well in department stores



As well it is the smell of the cum on the rug

Men walk their dirty feet on

And the sweat from the chest of a man in a leather uniform



Happy are we when we choose to wear the blindfold

And mark our own place with the smell of our own