Boxed In
All day long, we stare and squares and screens
At night we go to square homes, on squares of land
And watch TVs with TV dinners in our laps
Only to fall asleep and have square dreams
Boxed in, are we bound for the recycle bin?
Will the one with the most boxes win?
Or are we just livin' in sin?
No, I think we're boxed in, just boxed in
We're all square pegs in a round world
With ninety degree angles, and in need of our borders
Who says rectangles are the natural order?
Why can't we get round, or at least curled?
Boxed in, are we bound for the recycle bin?
Will the one with the most boxes win?
Or are we just livin' in sin?
No, I think we're boxed in, just boxed in
No one thinks outside, we're all afraid to commit
We love to categorize, and make everything fit
In gated communities, the fences are proof
We're cagin' ourselves like animals in a zoo
Boxed in, are we bound for the recycle bin?
Will the one with the most boxes win?
Or are we just livin' in sin?
No, I think we're boxed in, just boxed in
Boxed in, are we bound for the recycle bin?
Will the one with the most boxes win?
Or are we just livin' in sin?
No, I think we're boxed in, yeah, just boxed in
All day long, we stare and squares and screens
At night we go to square homes, on squares of land
And watch TVs with TV dinners in our laps
Only to fall asleep and have square dreams
Boxed in, are we bound for the recycle bin?
Will the one with the most boxes win?
Or are we just livin' in sin?
No, I think we're boxed in, just boxed in
We're all square pegs in a round world
With ninety degree angles, and in need of our borders
Who says rectangles are the natural order?
Why can't we get round, or at least curled?
Boxed in, are we bound for the recycle bin?
Will the one with the most boxes win?
Or are we just livin' in sin?
No, I think we're boxed in, just boxed in
No one thinks outside, we're all afraid to commit
We love to categorize, and make everything fit
In gated communities, the fences are proof
We're cagin' ourselves like animals in a zoo
Boxed in, are we bound for the recycle bin?
Will the one with the most boxes win?
Or are we just livin' in sin?
No, I think we're boxed in, just boxed in
Boxed in, are we bound for the recycle bin?
Will the one with the most boxes win?
Or are we just livin' in sin?
No, I think we're boxed in, yeah, just boxed in
All day long, we stare and squares and screens
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Writer(s): Scott Richard Cooley
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