Vicky's Box Lyrics - In A Doghouse - Throwing Muses

He won't ride in cars anymore 

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 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, 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