Letra Highwire
Album: Flashpoint
Artista: Rolling Stones
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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. |
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