black country communion
man in the middle
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