Vicky's Box 歌词

He Won't ride in Cars anymore It reminds him of Blowjobs That he's 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 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 anymore He won't ride anymore He won't 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 I'll be all right Home is where the heart lies The heart lies The heart lies Welcome home Welcome home Welcome home It's under the strangle of winter (?) I only love pieces of things that I hate Like this box, this piece of roof I can't grasp, can't see true A piece of past Days like today Like a decade ago Painful to remember like today I've 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