We sell 'em missiles, We sell 'em tanks
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We give 'em credit, You can call up the bank
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It's just a business, You can pay us in crude
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You¡¯ll love these toys, just go play out your feuds
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We got no pride, don't know whose boots to lick
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We act so greedy, makes me sick sick sick
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So get up, stand up, out of my way
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I wanna talk to the boss right away
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Get up, stand up, who's gonna pay
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I wanna talk to the man right away
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We walk the highwire
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Sending men to the front line
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And hoping they don't catch the hell-fire
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Of hot guns and cold, cold lies
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We walk the highwire
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Send the men to the front lines
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And tell 'em to hotbed the sunshine
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With hot guns and cold, cold lies
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Our lives are threatened, our jobs at risk
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Sometimes dictators need a slap on the wrist
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Another Munich we just can't afford
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We're gonna send in the 82nd Airborne
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Get up, stand up, who's gonna pay
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I wanna talk to the boss right away
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Get up, stand up, outta my way
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I wanna talk to the man right away
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We walk the highwire
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Putting the world out on a dead lie
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And hoping they don't taste the shell-fire
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Of hot guns and cold, cold lies
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We walk the highwire
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Putting the world out on a dead lie
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Catching the fight on the primetime
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With hot guns and cold, cold lies
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Get up! Stand up!
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Dealer! Stealer!
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Hey!
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We walk the highwire
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Sending men to the front line
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And hoping that we backed the right side
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With hot guns and cold, cold lies
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We walk the highwire
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Sending men to the front line
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And hoping they don't catch the hell-fire
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With hot guns and cold, cold, cold, cold, cold lies
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We walk the highwire
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We walk the highwire
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With hot guns and cold, cold, cold lies.
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Highwire
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| Rolling Stones |
