I was fuckin’ around
and now my knee
smelts like jasmine.
Which aint so bad.
Now’s there this faint
scent of a woman about me.
Yeah, yeah, I know,
yuck it up.
I smell like a sgirl
and now you’re
thinking about Al Pacino.
But this is loneliness talking.
And loneliness
has a French accent.
Least, that’s what I been told,
and other things like,
apparently, you might want
to be scentless in
But all I got is this blindness.
That’s all this man’s Army ever gave me.
