Текст песни Throwing Muses - Vicky`s Box
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HeWon`t rideIn cars any moreIt reminds him ofBlow jobsThat he`s a queerAnd his hairStuck to the roof, over the wheelLike a pigeon on a tyreGoes aroundAnd circles over circlesAnd he`s a queerAnd his hairOn the roofLike a pigeonGoes aroundSays he`s a manAnd his eyesAnd his hairAnd his eyesSay he`s a manHe won`t ride any moreHe won`t ride any moreHe won`t ride any moreHome is a rageFeels like a cageHome is what you readHow you breatheHome is how you liveI feel boxed inI feel boxed inI feel boxed inThink I`ll be all rightHome is where the heart liesThe heart liesThe hard liesWelcome homeWelcome homeWelcome home[?]I only love pieces of things that I hateLike this box, this piece of roomI can`t grasp, can`t see trueA piece of pastDays like todayLike a decade alonePainful to remember like todayI`ve been here another year, another dayOh so waving flags and jazz [?!]Girl you complainTo kiss the rotten broken kneeYou may be dreamingYou may be bleedingYou may be in this boxA kitchen is a placeWhere you prepare andAnd clean upClean upClean upClean up