Lyrically peaking: Flashpoint


We sell ’em missiles, We sell ’em tanks

We give ’em 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


We walk the highwire

Sending men to the front line

And hoping they don’t catch the hell-fire

Of hot guns and cold, cold lies

>> Highwire lyrics continued >>

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 82nd Airborne


We walk the highwire

Putting the world out on a dead lie

Catching the fight on the primetime

With hot guns and cold, cold lies

All lyrics by Mick Jagger/Keith Richards, except where otherwise specified.