Throwing Muses - Vicky's Box
eWon't ride inCars anymoreIt reminds him ofBlowjobsThat he's a queerAnd his hairStuck to the roof, over the wheelLike a pigeon on a tireGoes 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 anymoreHe won't ride anymoreHe won't ride anymore Home 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 right Home is where the heart liesThe heart liesThe heart liesWelcome homeWelcome homeWelcome homeIt's under the strangle of winter (?)I only love pieces of things that I hateLike this box, this piece of roofI can't grasp, can't see true
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