Am  C  Em
Am  C  Em

[Verse]
Am                               C                         Em
People wear the strangest skins, faces made of plasticine, living life inside machines.
Am                         C                               Em
This one naked as a child, golden-haired and running wild, playing with these guns a while.

[Chorus]
F                     Am                      Em
Living in a flatland, drinking in a flatland, walking in a flatland.
F                       Am                      Em
Thinking in a flatland, fighting in a flatland, dying in a flatland.

[Instrumental]
Am  C  Em
Am  C  Em

[Verse]
Am                           C                       Em
People do the oddest things, faces for their family, faces for the well-to-do.
Am                           C                              Em
This one cuts off tiny bits, hides them underneath his bed, they may find them when he's dead.

[Chorus]
F                     Am                      Em
Living in a flatland, drinking in a flatland, walking in a flatland.
F                       Am                      Em
Thinking in a flatland, fighting in a flatland, dying in a flatland.
F                     Am                      Em
Living in a flatland, drinking in a flatland, walking in a flatland.
F                       Am                      Em
Thinking in a flatland, fighting in a flatland, dying in a flatland.
F                     Am                      Em
Living in a flatland, drinking in a flatland, walking in a flatland.
F                       Am                      Em
Thinking in a flatland, fighting in a flatland, dying in a flatland.

[Outro]
Am  C  Em
Am  C  Em