Highwire - The Rolling Stones

We sell them missiles, We sell them tanks

We give them credit, You can call up the bank

It’s just a business, You can pay us in crude

You’ll love these toys, just go play out your feuds

We got no pride, don’t 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, who’s gonna pay?

I want to talk to the man right away

We walk the highwire

Sending the men to the front-line

And hoping they don’t catch the hell-fire

Of hot guns and cold, cold knives

We walk the highwire

Sending the men to the front lines

And tell them to hotbed the sunshine

With hot guns and cold, cold knives

Our lives are threatened, our jobs at risk

Sometimes dictators need a slap on the wrist

Another Munich we just can’t afford

We’re going to send in the 82nd Airborne

Get up, stand up, who’s gonna pay?

I want to talk to the boss right away

So get up, stand up, out of my way

I want to talk to the man right away

We walk the highwire

Putting the world out on a deadline

And hoping we don’t taste the shell-fire

Of hot guns and cold, cold knives

We walk the highwire

Putting the world out on a deadline

Catching the fight on primetime

With hot guns and cold, cold knives

Get up!

Stand up!

Dealer!

Stealer!

Hey!

We walk the highwire

Sending the men to the front line

And hoping that we backed the right side

With hot guns and cold, cold knives

We walk the highwire

Sending men to the front line

And hoping they don’t catch the hell-fire

With hot guns and cold, cold, cold, cold, cold knives

We walk the highwire

With hot guns and cold, cold, cold knives