Under Pressure
Pressure: pushing down on me,
Pressing down on you, no man ask for.
Under pressure that burns a building down,
Splits a family in two,
Puts people on streets.
That's OK.
That's the terror of knowing
What this world is about.
Watching some good friends screaming,
"Let me out!"
Tomorrow gets me higher.
Pressure on people, people on streets.
OK.
Chippin' around, kick my brains 'round the floor.
These are the days: it never rains but it pours.
People on streets.
People on streets.
It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about.
Watching some good friends screaming,
"Let me out!"
Tomorrow gets me higher, higher, high!
Pressure on people, people on streets.
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!?
Love, love, love, love, love.
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, give love?
'Cause love's such an old-fashioned word,
And love dares you 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.
Pressure.
Pressing down on you, no man ask for.
Under pressure that burns a building down,
Splits a family in two,
Puts people on streets.
That's OK.
That's the terror of knowing
What this world is about.
Watching some good friends screaming,
"Let me out!"
Tomorrow gets me higher.
Pressure on people, people on streets.
OK.
Chippin' around, kick my brains 'round the floor.
These are the days: it never rains but it pours.
People on streets.
People on streets.
It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about.
Watching some good friends screaming,
"Let me out!"
Tomorrow gets me higher, higher, high!
Pressure on people, people on streets.
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!?
Love, love, love, love, love.
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, give love?
'Cause love's such an old-fashioned word,
And love dares you 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.
Pressure.
Credits
Writer(s): Ashley Fongho, Jamaal Shurland, Riccardo D'anna
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