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