Lyrics:

People wear the strangest skins
Faces made of plasticine
Living life inside machines

This one naked as a child
Golden-haired and running wild
Playing with his guns a while


Living in a flatland
Drinking in a flatland
Walking in a flatland

Thinking in a flatland
Fightning in a flatland
Dying in a flatland


People do the oddest things
Faces for the family
Faces for the well-to-do

This one cuts off tiny bits
Hides them underneath his bed
They may find them when he's dead


Living in a flatland
Drinking in a flatland
Walking in a flatland

Thinking in a flatland
Fightning in a flatland
Dying in a flatland

Living in a flatland
Drinking in a flatland
Walking in a flatland

Thinking in a flatland
Fightning in a flatland
Dying in a flatland