The Rectangle, The Triangle, and the Line
The rectangle, the triangle, and the line
They were their own family
The rectangle, the triangle, and the line
Had been different through their whole memories
Everywhere they go they hear the cries
Everywhere they go they hear the
Catcalls and caterwauls
"Shape up or ship out"
They try
Try to just get by
Or find a place to go
They'll chart their course and then they'll know
The rectangle, the triangle, and the line
They've got no time to blend in
They've got no time to spend
Reshaping themselves
Replacing themselves
Everywhere they go they hear the noise
Everywhere they go they hear it, saying
"Give it up"
They've tried
Tried to just get by
The answer's always no
There's never anyplace to go
The rectangle, the triangle, and the line
Spend all their time
Finding reasons not to care
Geometrical, asymmetrical
Close their eyes to what is there
As long as they're hated they'll be free
As long as they're hated they'll be
Free to go
And find a place to belong
Wherever they want to go
They've tried
Now they can get by
And now they have to go
They've made their mark and now they know
