There is no more middle man
The one who took some thing and put it
In your hand
There is no more go-between
The one who makes a living helping
Folks get what they need
There's the point and there's the click
There's one beast that benefits
And all those in the middle
Have been stripped of all their class
Their past is all they have
Bereft victims of theft
An identity is left
But it's a sham
Glamour, clamor, hammered home
Rome has roamed
We do as they did
All scared to death
Nah, nah, I kid
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