Vickys Box — текст песни (Throwing Muses)

He

Wont ride in

Cars anymore

It reminds him of

Blowjobs

That hes a queer

And his hair

Stuck to the roof, over the wheel

Like a pigeon on a tire

Goes around

And circles over circles

And hes a queer

And his hair

On the roof

Like a pigeon

Goes around

Says hes a man

And his eyes

And his hair

And his eyes

Say hes a man

He wont ride anymore

He wont ride anymore

He wont ride anymore



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 Ill be all right

Home is where the heart lies

The heart lies

The heart lies

Welcome home

Welcome home

Welcome home



Its under the strangle of winter (? )

I only love pieces of things that I hate

Like this box, this piece of roof

I cant grasp, cant see true

A piece of past

Days like today

Like a decade ago

Painful to remember like today



Ive been here another year, another day

Ocean waving flies and a child

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 clean up

Clean up

Clean up

Clean up