English Beat March Of The Swivelheads Lyrics

March Of The Swivelheads Lyrics

Rotating head, keeps on the right side 

Colied 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 sleeep 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 

Colied 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.