Flick Of The Wrist (Live BBC Session / October 1974) Lyrics

"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
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 takin' an arm, he's takin' a leg
All this time, honey
Baby, you've been hurt

Intoxicate your brain with what I'm saying
If not, you'll lie in knee-deep trouble

"Prostitute yourself", he said
Castrate your human pride
Sacrifice your leisure days
Let me squeeze you 'til you've dried

Don't look back
Don't look back
Ooh, it's a rip-off

Work my fingers to my bones
I scream with pain
I still make no impression, oh

Seduce you with his money-make machine
Cross collateralize (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 takin' an arm and takin' a leg
All this time, honey
Baby, you've been hurt