He Won`t ride In cars any more 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 tyre 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 any more He won`t ride any more He won`t ride any more 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 hard lies Welcome home Welcome home Welcome home [?] I only love pieces of things that I hate Like this box, this piece of room I can`t grasp, can`t see true A piece of past Days like today Like a decade alone Painful to remember like today I`ve been here another year, another day Oh so waving flags and jazz [?!] 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 And clean up Clean up Clean up Clean up
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