Rolling Stones

We sell em missiles, We sell em tanks
We give em credit, You can call the bank
Its just a business, You can pay us in
crude
You love these toys, just go play out your
feuds
Got no pride, dont know whose boots to
lick
We act so greedy, makes me sick sick
sick
So get up, stand up, out of my way
I want to talk to the boss right away
Get up, stand up, whose gonna pay
I want to talk to the man right away
We walk the highwire
Sending the men up to the front line
Hoping they dont catch the hell fire
With hot guns and cold, cold nights
We walk the highwire
Sending the men up to the front line
And tell em to hotbed the sunshine
With hot guns and cold, cold nights
Our lives are threatened, our jobs at risk
Sometimes dictators need a slap on the
wrist
Another Munich we just cant afford
Were gonna send in the eighty-second
airborne
Get up, stand up, whos gonna pay
I wanna talk to the boss right away
Get up, stand up, outta my way
I wanna talk to the man right away
We walk the highwire
Putting the world out on a deadline
And hoping they dont catch the shellfire
With hot guns and cold, cold nights
We walk the highwire
Putting the world out on a deadline
Catching the bite on primetime
With hot guns and cold, cold nights
Get up! Stand up!
Dealer! Stealer!
Hey!
We walk the highwire
We send all our men into the front lines
Were hoping that we backed the right side
With hot guns and cold, cold nights
We walk the highwire
We send all the men up to the front lines
And hoping they dont catch the hellfire
With hot guns and cold cold, cold, cold,
cold nights
We walk the highwire
We walk the highwire
With hot guns and cold, cold, cold nights
With hot guns and cold, cold nights
[ Highwire Lyrics ]