Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Highwire, artist - The Rolling Stones.
Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Song language: English
Highwire |
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 |