Vicky`s Box

<br>He<br>Won`t ride<br>In cars any more<br>It reminds him of<br>Blow jobs<br>That he`s a queer<br>And his hair<br>Stuck to the roof, over the wheel<br>Like a pigeon on a tyre<br>Goes around<br>And circles over circles<br>And he`s a queer<br>And his hair<br>On the roof<br>Like a pigeon<br>Goes around<br>Says he`s a man<br>And his eyes<br>And his hair<br>And his eyes<br>Say he`s a man<br>He won`t ride any more<br>He won`t ride any more<br>He won`t ride any more<br>Home is a rage<br>Feels like a cage<br>Home is what you read<br>How you breathe<br>Home is how you live<br>I feel boxed in<br>I feel boxed in<br>I feel boxed in<br>Think I`ll be all right<br>Home is where the heart lies<br>The heart lies<br>The hard lies<br>Welcome home<br>Welcome home<br>Welcome home<br>[?]<br>I only love pieces of things that I hate<br>Like this box, this piece of room<br>I can`t grasp, can`t see true<br>A piece of past<br>Days like today<br>Like a decade alone<br>Painful to remember like today<br>I`ve been here another year, another day<br>Oh so waving flags and jazz [?!]<br>Girl you complain<br>To kiss the rotten broken knee<br>You may be dreaming<br>You may be bleeding<br>You may be in this box<br>A kitchen is a place<br>Where you prepare and<br>And clean up<br>Clean up<br>Clean up<br>Clean up