Somewhere in England there's a hired gun
The hidden businessman
He put a contract on
And now the red light's on
He prowls at midnight like a hunted one
He keens his senses like a telescopic killer
With an armalight, even dynamite
Chorus
Don't turn your back on the man
He'll shoot you down before you can react
I don't believe i'm wrong
Don't turn your back on the man
Somewhere in Asia there's a faceless man
He's got a fortress strong
A highly secret bank account in Switzerland
For twenty dollars he could set you free
He only says a word
And flys up in his lear jet
Sonic submarine
High velocity