| Song | Highwire - Live |
| Artist | The Rolling Stones |
| Album | Flashpoint |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics:Jagger/Richards Music:Jagger/Richards | |
| 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 |
| Lyrics: Jagger Richards Music: Jagger Richards | |
| 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 eightysecond 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 |
| Lyrics: Jagger Richards Music: Jagger Richards | |
| 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 eightysecond 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 |