Throwing Muses Vicky's box Lyrics:
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
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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
Lyrics: Vicky's box, Throwing Muses [end]