Under Pressure (Live from the Montreal International Jazz Festival)

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
It's the terror of knowing, what this world is about
Watching some good friends, screming "Let me out!"
Pray tomorrow, gets me higher
Pressure on people
People on streets
Chippin'around, kick my brains around the floor
These are the days it never rains but it pours
people on street, people on streets
It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends, screming "Let me out!"
Pray tomorrow, gets me higher
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
love, love, love
insanity laughs under pressure we're cracking
Can't we give ourselves one more chance?
Why can't we 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 oru way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
this is is ourselves
Under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure



Credits
Writer(s): Brian May, John Deacon, Roger Taylor, Freddie Mercury, David Bowie
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