Smells Like Happiness

Happy, we are when we choose to wear the blindfold And mark our own day with a parade and a song Ay, ah-ah Ay, ah-ah 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 Ay, ah-ah Ay, ah-ah 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 Ay, ah-ah Ay, ah-ah 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 Ay, ah-ah Ay, ah-ah Ay, ah-ah