Middle Man Of Time Lyrics & Chords By The Young Fresh Fellows

It came in a pig-skin sausage
I waved at the new faces out on the asphalt
Well I was nine then and I'm thrity-four now
And I still haven't been defrosted

They went swimming in Miami
It was too warm too be a real dream
I jumped over the fence and ran across the playground
I think it was a pretty cold February

But what you do right now is pay the Middle Man of Time
The Middle Man of Time
The Middle Man of Time

Called them the Four Horsemen
At least I'm sure someone in papers must have
Well I was nine then and I didn't understand
And neither did those God-damn writers

They were eating it up and spitting it out
And looking back it would seem both fabulous and awful
Well I really don't know what I've done all these years
And where are they today you might ?well ask?

But what you do right now is pay the Middle Man of Time
The Middle Man of Time
The Middle Man of Time

None of you can ?fudge the sight?
A pit lined with trick mirrors
To different senses an overload
A misused mental library

Well I'm not sure but I think
It was a pretty cold February
And what you do right now is pay the Middle Man of Time
The Middle Man of Time
The Middle Man of Time

It came in a pig-skin sausage
They went swimming in Miami
Called them the Four Horsemen
They drank scotch-Cokes at the ?Anvil?