When Mary’s back home Her husband is sleeping near the phone He’s quite on alone Gentle old faggot with no hair at all His song is now sung A father to be, grandfather to be But nothing is wrong A nice place to live where woman can breed
Stand up you, Happy Man Stand up and tell me what’s it for Cause you’re a Happy Man Please tell me why you did sell your soul
When Mary’s back home Her daughter smells dust to get rid of her lust never wanted Mary to cum She’s 19, she’s grown-up, she’s painting her masks Bought Magical Horn Now girl likes to be with people she hates Such a soul of porn Her hands are like needles and legs leave no trace
Stand up you, Happy Man Stand up and tell me what’s it for Cause you’re a Happy Man Please tell me why you did sell your soul
When Mary’s back home Night time has come, she’s ready to drown Nowhere to run Too late to call doctor, everything’s done She’s tired, she’s wounded Pretty women die young Cup of coffee with poison It’s time to get high
Find her in the street Surrounded by loveless machines Loveless machines
Stand up you, Happy Man Stand up and tell me what’s it for Cause you’re a Happy Man Please tell me why you did sell your soul Stand up you, Happy Man Stand up you, Wasted Man Cause you’re a Simple Man Please tell me why you did sell your soul