Rotating Heads

Rotating heads, keeps on the right side
 Coiled up and tense, remains on the lookout
 Expect to be shot or get given the bullet
 Rotating head tries to look on the bright side of things
 Rotating heads, 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 bright 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 tensed, remain on the lookout
 A mind like a gin-trap, one swollen ankle
 The rotating head tries to stay on the bright side of things
 That's the right side of things