Vicky S Box lyrics translation: THROWING MUSES Vicky S Box song texte and letras THROWING MUSES Vicky S Box tab, paroles and testo THROWING MUSES Vicky S Box Karaoke and Music Video - none yet
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