Vicky's Box Lyrics

	作词 : Hersh
	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 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
	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

	zuo ci : Hersh
	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 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
	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

	zuò cí : Hersh
	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 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
	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

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