MIDDLE MAN

 

 

The Middle Man

 

In the garden, near the gravestones

There’s a man who’s dressed in black.

He clutches at his chest,

He’s no time for looking back.

His assured a place in heaven

But he’s not sure it’s even there.

After all his life spent on his knees

And half his life in prayer

 

Middle Man

Middle Man

Don’t be the Middle Man

Don’t get caught in the middle, man.

 

In the alley by the high street

Behind the seamens' bar

There’s a girl who once was lovely

Who wished to be a star.

At her feet their lies a body

He took all that she could sell

He is bound to meet his maker

On his way off down to hell

 

Middle Man

Middle Man

Don’t be the Middle Man

Don’t get caught in the middle, man.

 

Facillitate to earn - that's great.

Sometimes it isn't what it seems.

A crue hand can be dealt by fate

On the way to someone's dreams

 

Middle Man

Middle Man

Don’t be the Middle Man

Don’t get caught in the middle, man.

 

At the airport in a car park

In a dark blue car for hire

There’s a body bound and lifeless

Robbed of its hearts desire.

Bought a vessel full of oil

To sell on reaching land

Ended up in a casino

With no Aces in his hand

 

Middle Man

Middle Man

Don’t be the Middle Man

Don’t get caught in the middle, man.

 

 

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