We're true to a genius blueprint plan;

We launch by the dark of midnight skies

Blending in where we can;

Our accents fly, get us by--'cause we're spies in disguise.

 

The gist is a twist in train of thought;

That forms the nature of our scheme--

Teasing them out till they're caught.

And if the HEAD GAME's good--let it play--we recede, slip away.

 

With a little bit of know-how

And a modicum of chance;

Everything we've done they'll disavow;

As we paralyze their plants;

It's a lovey kind of HEAD GAME,

When they think the choice is theirs;

We control the way the story ends

When they waltz into our snares.

 

If we come through, if it works out,

Then the bad guys fall. 

But if we screw up and they catch us

They'll deny it all.

 

It's played to a tee, with clockwork skill,

And one-by-one we capture pawns,

Then we plot the kill.

The HEAD GAME's done, we've withdrawn--

They catch on, but we're gone. 

 

With our cagey little hustle

We've been turning trust to doubt;

Sure, we gotta use some muscle but

It's the brains that pull it out.

It's a lovey kind of HEAD GAME,

When they think the choice is theirs;

We control the way the story ends

When they waltz into our snares.

 

If we come through, if it works out,

Then the bad guys fall. 

But if we screw up and they catch us

They'll deny it all.