The Middle Man (Bhadwa)

Tsunamis and earthquakes
Thank god for them
People, half naked and starving
Thank god for them

Squeeze every drop
Don’t miss an inch
Comb every yard
Don’t miss a thing

The middle man, I am
I’m the chosen one
I’ll deliver to the needy
Funds, so generously given

I’ll give bread to the naked
Clothes to the hungry
I’ll bring back the dead
Get you closer to death

Ah! Curse today, what a mess
My Merc’s at the garage
Two of my servants called in sick
Something’s the matter with the Jacuzzi
There’s no hot water in the pool

Funds, so generously I receive
I give to the needy
So what, if only a fraction
The middle man, I am

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