Vicky`s Box — текст песни (Throwing Muses)

He
Won`t ride
In cars any more
It reminds him of
Blow jobs
That he`s a queer
And his hair
Stuck to the roof, over the wheel
Like a pigeon on a tyre
Goes around
And circles over circles
And he`s a queer
And his hair
On the roof
Like a pigeon
Goes around
Says he`s a man
And his eyes
And his hair
And his eyes
Say he`s a man
He won`t ride any more
He won`t ride any more
He won`t ride any more
Home is a rage
Feels like a cage
Home is what you read
How you breathe
Home is how you live
I feel boxed in
I feel boxed in
I feel boxed in
Think I`ll be all right
Home is where the heart lies
The heart lies
The hard lies
Welcome home
Welcome home
Welcome home
[?]
I only love pieces of things that I hate
Like this box, this piece of room
I can`t grasp, can`t see true
A piece of past
Days like today
Like a decade alone
Painful to remember like today
I`ve been here another year, another day
Oh so waving flags and jazz [?!]
Girl you complain
To kiss the rotten broken knee
You may be dreaming
You may be bleeding
You may be in this box
A kitchen is a place
Where you prepare and
And clean up
Clean up
Clean up
Clean up