Men walk their dirty feet on
Of the neck of a boy who wears eau de toilette
As well it is the smell of the cum on the rug
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
I feed my own face when I soon crave a taste
And shaves every day and behaves well in department stores
Like a drug done in a darkened hall
In our minds, our fathers have died and we realize
Happy are we when we choose to wear the blindfold
Happiness has a smell I inhale
Or a bathroom stall with a friend or a man with a hard on
And the sweat from the chest of a man in a leather uniform
