INTRO:  A   C    G D G D    G     D      C   G

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VERSE:

    G

    We sell 'em missiles, We sell 'em tanks

    C

    We give 'em credit, You can call the bank



    G

    It's just a business, You can pay us in crude

    C

    You love these toys, just go play out your feuds



    G

    Got no pride, don't know whose boots to lick

    C

    We act so greedy, makes me sick sick sick



BREAK:

    (PLAY INTRO OVER THESE WORDS)

    So get up, stand up, out of my way

    I want to talk to the boss right away



    (PLAY INTRO OVER THESE WORDS)

    Get up, stand up, whose gonna pay

    I want to talk to the man right away



CHORUS:

    G            C   G

    We walk the highwire

                                D

    Sending the men up to the front line

                                 C

    Hoping they don't catch the hell fire

                       D

    With hot guns and cold, cold nights



                 C   G

    We walk the highwire

                                D

    Sending the men up to the front line

                                C

    And tell 'em to hotbed the sunshine

                       D

    With hot guns and cold, cold nights



VERSE:

    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



BREAK:

    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



CHORUS:

    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



BREAK:

    Get up! Stand up!

    Dealer! Stealer!

    Hey!



CHORUS:

    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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