| Song | Vicky's Box |
| Artist | Throwing Muses |
| Album | Throwing Muses [1986] |
| 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 |
| 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 |