Vicky's Box Songtext
von Throwing Muses

He
Won′t ride in cars anymore
It reminds him of blowjobs
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 wreck
Age feels like a cage
Home is what you read
How you breathe in
Home is how you′re in
I feel boxed in
I feel boxed in
I feel boxed in
Think I'll be alright
Home is where the heart lies
The heart lies
The heart lies
Welcome home
Welcome home
Welcome home
I saw her starting up a laser
I only love pieces of things that I use
Like this box, this piece of moon
Black and brass, can′t see through
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, flying, tragic child
Daddy comes late to kiss the rocks and look at me
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