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