I'm sensitive about my height
I just turn around and say
well, I used to be immune
all my life I have waited
to be given any word
and it was screaming to be head
please remember...
the Earth can be any shape you want it
any shape at all
dark and cold or bright and warm
long or thing or small
but it's home and all I ever had
and maybe why for me the Earth is flat

Then when they spill the demon seed
turn and face into the wind
all along you still believed
you believed you were immune
and if love is all you're missing
look into your heart
is anybody home?
please remember...
the Earth can be any shape you want it
any in the world
but don't you point that raygun at me
I might just explode
there are stones buried in your soul
and only a fool would blame the death of rock and roll
and in time you'll come to understand
this flat old Earth is in your gentle hands