No Handle

It's so flat your dog could run halfway around the world

And you'd still see its tail waggin' in the wind

The wind it blows all day long, if we only had an ocean

We'd sail off never to return again

The summer's cauldron hot and there's no trees to protect you

From the furnace hanging way up in the sky

Winter times a cruel bitch who don't care for your comfort

She'll freeze your pipes and the water supply

Nobody chooses where they're from

Or where they'll go when kingdom come

I am just a man in the middle of this pan

I got no handle on what I'm doing here

Garden's been picked over by every thieving bird

And the rodents are all out on parade

The roaches are pilling up to come in from the heat

Laying dead underneath the window shade

It could drive you to drink or it could drive you to think

Flat earthers know something after all

Lost out in a corn maze, looking for an escape hatch

Drunk as hell on grain alcohol

Nobody chooses where they're from

Or where they'll go when kingdom come

I am just a man in the middle of this pan

I got no handle on what I'm doing here

Nobody chooses where they're from

Or where they'll go when kingdom come

I am just a man in the middle of this pan

I got no handle on what I'm doing here

I am just a man (I am just a man)

In the middle of this pan (I am just a man)

I got no handle on what I'm doing here

On what I'm doing here