Highwire lyrics
We sell 'em missiles, We sell 'em tanks We give 'em credit, You can call the
bank
It's just a business, You can pay us in crude You love these
toys, just go play out your feuds
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,
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 don't 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 can't afford We're gonna send in the
eighty-second airborne
Get up, stand up, who's 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 don't 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 We're 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 don't
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
Jagger/Richards
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