Testo No Handle - Flatland Cavalry, Josh Abbott Band, William Clark Green

No Handle

It’s so flat your dog could run halfway around the world
And you’d still see his 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 ya
From the furnace hangin' way up in the sky
Winter time’s 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 doin' here
The garden’s been picked over by every thieving bird
And the rodents are all out on parade
The roaches are piling 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, lookin' 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 doin' 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 doin' 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 doin' here
Oh what I’m doin' here