Lirieke:
Die Rolling Stones High Wire

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,

' Kathie Lee and Regis My actions are one with the seasons A tec' squeezin', executioner, winter time I rock a fur Mega popular, center of attraction Climaxin', my bitches they be laughin' They high

brother with his bike And he's got Guthrie running in his bones He's the hobo kid who's left his home And his Beatles records and the Rolling Stones

corner of the cave reinventing the wheel and roll out funny Sittin' on them Barney Rubble twenties, subtle Sippin' Saber tooth blood puddle- I could roll

make His way home Just tryin' to make his way home Like a holy rolling stone Back up to Heaven all alone Just tryin' to make his way home Nobody callin

get ya high (HIIIIIGH!) Get ya stoned and get ya wide wide (Yeah yeah) Get ya stoned and get ya high (Fightin over dick) Get ya stoned and get

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,

rebel I park cars through the foul ghetto (so what) A rolling stone but I hold my own (then what) These golden stones have you niggaz on press I hold

active like a live wire One of the Southside soldier from across the bricks to boulder We gone get you if we owe you, again I already told you Ready to roll