The Rolling Stones: Highwire

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