From: Hot Space, 1982
Written by: Queen & David Bowie
Vocals - Freddie Mercury & David Bowie
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Pressure
Pushing down on me
Pressing down on you no man ask for
Under pressure
That burns some buildings 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 screaming
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 poors
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!
Pray tomorrow gets me higher, higher
High!
(Pressure on people, people on streets)
Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sit 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 cracking
Can't we give ourselves one more cahnce?
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
'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 chance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure
