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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 Letras de cancionesOr 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 From Letras Mania