Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
The Rolling Stones
The Rolling Stones
Interprète
Mick Jagger
Mick Jagger
Chant
Keith Richards
Keith Richards
Guitare
Ron Wood
Ron Wood
Guitare
Charlie Watts
Charlie Watts
Batterie
Matt Clifford
Matt Clifford
Claviers
Chuck Leavell
Chuck Leavell
Claviers
Bobby Keys
Bobby Keys
Saxophone
Uptown Horns
Uptown Horns
Cor
Bernard Fowler
Bernard Fowler
Chœurs
Lisa Fischer
Lisa Fischer
Chœurs
Cindy Mizelle
Cindy Mizelle
Chœurs
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Mick Jagger
Mick Jagger
Composition
Keith Richards
Keith Richards
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Chris Kimsey
Chris Kimsey
Production
The Glimmer Twins
The Glimmer Twins
Production
Mark Stent
Mark Stent
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

We sell them missiles, we sell them tanks
We give them 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, make 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, who's gonna pay?
I want to talk to the man right away
We walk the highwire
Sending the men to the front-line
And hoping they don't catch the hell-fire
Of hot guns and cold, cold knives
We walk the highwire
Sending the men to the front lines
And tell them to hotbed the sunshine
With hot guns and cold, cold knives
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 going to send in the 82nd Airborne
Get up, stand up, who's gonna pay?
I want to talk to the boss right away
Get up, stand up, out of my way
I want to talk to the man right away
We walk the highwire
Putting the world out on a deadline
We're hoping we don't taste the shell-fire
Of hot guns and cold, cold knives
We walk the highwire
Putting the world out on a deadline
Catching the fight on primetime
With hot guns and cold, cold knives
Get up! Stand up!
Get up! Stand up!
Hey!
We walk the highwire
Sending the men to the front line
And hoping that we backed the right side
With hot guns and cold, cold knives
We walk the highwire
Sending men to the front line
And hoping they don't catch the hell-fire
With hot guns and cold, cold, cold, cold, cold knives
Oh yeah
We walk the highwire
We walk the highwire
Oh yeah
With hot guns and cold, cold, cold knives
Oh yeah
Written by: Keith Richards, Mick Jagger
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