Vicky's Box lyrics
by Throwing Muses



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