Square

Gold screen, velvet benches
Confess it all
Double agent, don't tell it all
Keep the peace

Leather couch, itching ears
Affirm the desires of my itching ears
I will affirm my itching ears
Excited for the big leather couch

It is time to return
Cut one ribbon
What do they know?
Must I choose?

Does the music fulfill?
"You are better than anything I have tasted"
Yet I eat little
A starving soul

Two voices, different motives
They hold the scissors
They actually know a lot
They will always hold the scissors.

But I, I can rip things
It's hip to be a square
I'll rip whatever shape I want

Pious, serve the gate
No climbing the gate
No shaking the gate
Walk away from the gate

 - and everything is better

The gate depends on them
I'll be long past due when it opens

Yell through the gold screen, the velvet cushion, the leather pillows -
They are all rectangles
Serve God an dnot man
It's time to return