Flick Of The Wrist (BBC Session, October 1974) Songtext / Lyric

Dislocate your spine if you don't sign

He says I'll have you seeing double

Mesmerize you when he's tongue tied

Simply with those eyes oooh

Synchronize your minds and see

The beast within him rise



Don't look back, don't look back

It's a rip off

Flick of the wrist and you're dead baby

Blow him a kiss and you're mad

Flick of the wrist, he'll eat your heart out

A dig in the ribs, and then a kick in the head

He's taken an arm and taken a leg

All this time honey, baby you've been had






Intoxicate your brain with what I'm saying

If not you'll lie in knee deep trouble

Prostitute yourself he says

Castrate your human pride oooh

Sacrifice your leisure days

Let me squeeze you 'till you've dried



Don't look back don't look back

It's a rip off

Work my fingers to my bones

I scream with pain I still make no impression

Seduce you with his money make machine

Cross collateralise big time money money

Reduce you to a muzak fake machine

Then the last goodbye, It's a rip off



Flick of the wrist and you're dead baby

Blow him a kiss and you're mad

Flick of the wrist he'll eat your heart out

A dig in the ribs and then a kick in the head

He's taken an arm and taken a leg

All this time honey baby you've been had