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