Song parody of
Man In the Middle
by Black Country Communion
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Got a whiplash tongue
That is sharp like a razor
With a kill switch mind a role manipulator
And you're so alive
I can see your marquee
You're in overdrive
But you're lookin'
For the soul key
You're a big bone lick
And I can feel your vibration
A dog and pony
Trick
You know you need a
Vacation
With your mighty fine
Wealth
Now you're livin'
In a typhoon
You better check your health
I see the risin' of the
Black moon
The man
The man in the middle
Tell me can
Can you cry me a riddle?
You can't see the light
And the darkness
Has fallen upon you
And you live and die
In the madness
That gathers around you
And you live and die
In the madness
That gathers around you
In a big black car
You're full of ambition
You're a rock'n'roll star
With a killer condition
Talk so cheap
And I heard
It on the
Grapevine
You better sow what you reap
Or you be walking on a flat line
Can't see the light 'til
You open your eyes
You open your eyes
Got a whiplash tongue
That is sharp like a razor
With a kill switch mind a role manipulator
And you're so alive
I can see your marquee
You're in overdrive
But you're lookin'
For the soul key
You're a big bone lick
And I can feel your vibration
A dog and pony
Trick
You know you need a
Vacation
With your mighty fine
Wealth
Now you're livin'
In a typhoon
You better check your health
I see the risin' of the
Black moon
The man
The man in the middle
Tell me can
Can you cry me a riddle?
You can't see the light
And the darkness
Has fallen upon you
And you live and die
In the madness
That gathers around you
And you live and die
In the madness
That gathers around you
In a big black car
You're full of ambition
You're a rock'n'roll star
With a killer condition
Talk so cheap
And I heard
It on the
Grapevine
You better sow what you reap
Or you be walking on a flat line
Can't see the light 'til
You open your eyes
You open your eyes
