the english beat
march of the swivel heads [*]
Rotating head, keeps on the right side Coiled up and tense remains on the lookout Expects to be shot or get given the bullet Rotating head tries to look on the bright side of things  Rotating head, friends in high places No need to guess what he's got in that briefcase A mind like a gin-trap, one swollen ankle The rotating head tries to stay on the right side of things On the right side of things  Living on tip-toe Waiting for the next step The wages of death What a life for a swivelhead  Understand, underhand, underarm protection Each new passer-by a new wave of suspicion In less than an hour the plane will be leaving The lights and the cameras Then sleep on a prayer and a wing, rotating  Living on tip-toe Waiting for the next step The wages of death What a life for a swivelhead  Rotating head look on the bright side Coiled up and tense remains on the lookout A mind like a gin-trap, one swollen ankle The rotating head tries to stay on the right side of things That's the right side of things