Boxes, boxes, boxes

BOXES, BOXES BOXES

Boxes, boxes, boxes
There just has to be boxes
Into nice, tight, rigid, chained and stained confines
Everything here has to go into boxes

Boxes, boxes, boxes
The rich and poor in
Boxes kept very far away

Boxes, boxes, boxes
Brahmins, Scheduled Tribes, Scheduled Castes
See how blood can be put into so many boxes

Boxes, boxes, boxes
Hindus, Muslims, Christians, Sikhs
All in tight boxes only to give excuses

Boxes, boxes, boxes
Even all the sexes
Have fucking designated boxes

Boxes, boxes, boxes
The good-looking, the bad, the ugly
All have nice labelled boxes

Boxes, boxes, boxes
Hungry Sweeper or Hungry CEO
You will never misplace them in a box

Boxes, boxes, boxes
Smart or dumb, as you like it
They all always agree with boxes

Put them all in boxes
I think I am being crouched into a box too
It is labelled wasted or horny youth. Either of the two or both