The Panhandlers - No Handle lyrics

[The Panhandlers - No Handle lyrics]

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

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