[Intro]

I don’t know where I am

There is nothing in sight

The sun is super bright

Will someone show me the light?

There’s nothing I can do to fight

Even with all my might

God, I yield

The only thing I see are...

Cornfields

[First Verse]

They rise up so high

But not like buildings in the sky

So many you can’t even quantify

You can tell this place ain’t mine

Where are you?

I don’t know cause all I see is corn

So now I’m torn

From where I wanna be

And where I have to go

All these people look albino

I’d rather live in a bungalow

Drinking espresso

Going to bordellos

Now I’m stuck in a place worse than Moscow

Getting on the plough

To let out all of my pent out aggression now

Thinking about why I got here, and how

Wait a few months, now it’s a snowplow

Climb up the hill, to the brow

And make my final vow

To return to my beloved A-Town

[Second Verse]

All across the midwest

It's certainly ain’t the best

Because everywhere the ground is flat

These people have so many baseball bats

Because all that's out here are cornfields

People ain’t even gonna eat these

Because there are more of them than trees

And I can’t get through them with ease

All I can hope is to leave these stalks

Because I swear they are starting to talk

But all I can do is walk

As they get taller, and bigger

In the middle of winter, you start to shiver

Then I shout, somebody let me out!

Cause if I see another brussel sprout

Then I’ll run away without a doubt

I’m crying in the dugout

Wishing there was a drought

So I can move out

[Third Verse]

Even in the surrounding states

All these crackers want to do is lift weights

To all of them I’m just another face

When I’m here I feel so out of place

Especially cause I’m a part of a different race

I’m struck with awe at my bad luck

Worse than ya boy Donald Duck

And I couldn't give a cluck

Neither does USPS or UPS

Where are all the delivery trucks?

They don’t care about us Midwestern schmucks

There’s no other way to put it, I’m stuck

[Fourth Verse]

So take me back to my home

The one that I’ve always known

With all the friends with whom I’ve grown

My only friend out here are the weed killer drone

Life around here makes me wanna groan

There ain’t even 4G for my mobile phone

Thankfully I get to visit this Christmas

Although it may be a long distance

At least to the cops I won’t look suspicious

And I’ll take care of unfinished business

Either way, A-Town is callin

And Iowa will no longer take me hostage

Cause the minute I hit college

All my woes will be demolished