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
Um-ba-ba-be
Um-ba-ba-be
De-day-da
Ee-day-da, that's okay
It's the terror of knowing what the world is about
Watching some good friends screaming, "Let me out!"
Pray tomorrow gets me higher
Pressure on people, people on streets
Da-day-de
Da-da-ba-ba
Okay
Chipping around, kick my brains around the floor
These are the days it never rains but it pours
Dee-da-ba-ba
Ee-dee-da-ba-ba
Dee-do-da
Ba-da
People on streets
Da-da-dee-da-de
People on streets
Da-da-dee-da-dee-da-dee-da
It's the terror of knowing what the world is about
Watching some good friends screaming, 'Let me out'
Pray tomorrow gets me higher, higher, the higher
Turned away from it all like a blind man
I sat on a fence but it don't work
Keep coming up with love but it's so slashed and torn
Why, why, why, why?
Oh love, love, love, love, love, love, love
Insanity laughs under pressure, we break
Why 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?
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 ways of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure
Under pressure
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
Um-ba-ba-be
Um-ba-ba-be
De-day-da
Ee-day-da, that's okay
It's the terror of knowing what the world is about
Watching some good friends screaming, "Let me out!"
Pray tomorrow gets me higher
Pressure on people, people on streets
Da-day-de
Da-da-ba-ba
Okay
Chipping around, kick my brains around the floor
These are the days it never rains but it pours
Dee-da-ba-ba
Ee-dee-da-ba-ba
Dee-do-da
Ba-da
People on streets
Da-da-dee-da-de
People on streets
Da-da-dee-da-dee-da-dee-da
It's the terror of knowing what the world is about
Watching some good friends screaming, 'Let me out'
Pray tomorrow gets me higher, higher, the higher
Turned away from it all like a blind man
I sat on a fence but it don't work
Keep coming up with love but it's so slashed and torn
Why, why, why, why?
Oh love, love, love, love, love, love, love
Insanity laughs under pressure, we break
Why 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?
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 ways of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure
Under pressure
Pressure
Credits
Writer(s): Brian May, John Deacon, Roger Taylor, Freddie Mercury, David Bowie
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