(originally by Queen & David Bowie)
Mmm ba-de
Dum bum ba-de
Bu-bum ma-da-de
Pressure
Pushing down on me
Pressing down on you
No man ask for
Under pressure
That brings a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets
Um-ba-ba-be
Um-ba-ba-be
De-day-da
Ee-day-da
That's okay
It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming, "Let me out!"
Pray tomorrow
Gets me higher
Pressure on people
People on streets
Day-day-dum
Mmm-hmm
Nah-now, yeah
Okay
Chippin' around
Kick my brains round the floor
These are the days
It never rains but it pours
Ee-do-ba-be
Ee-do-ba-ba-ba
Um-bo-bo
Oh-oh
Ee-da-de-da-de
Ee-da, de-da, de-da, de-da
It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming, "Let me out!"
Pray tomorrow
Gets me high, high, high
Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don't work
Keep coming up with love but it's so slashed and torn
Why?
Why?
Why?
Insanity laughs under pressure we're breaking
Can't we give ourselves one more chance?
Why can't we give love that one more chance?
Why can't we give love, give love, give love, give love
Give love, give love, give love, give love?
'Cause love's such an old fashioned word
And love dares us to care for
The people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure
Under pressure, yeah
Under pressure, oh
Pressure
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