Middleman, I am standing in the light of the dawn that you do believe that you’re the player,
I am the pawn Yet down those snake like phone lines you receive the hard facts as norm,
cold hard facts as norm, but passed them on after you had distorted, distorted their form

Middleman, why have you lied and lead me on a pretence?
Yes between you and your conscience I now see a fence
Don’t judge me by your plumb line because its blowing in the wind, blowing in the wind
Yes, in the old days what you did would have been called sin

Middleman, give me that stamped paper made of wood
We did agree on the price and you know you should
Listen to me and hear my words around you there is no halo, Yes there is no halo
Oh now’s the time, time, time for me to go