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,