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 swivel head      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 swivel head      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