Under Pressure

Pressure Pushing down on me, pressing down on you, No man ask for. What's the pressure that burns a building down, Splits a family in two, puts people on streets? Beat it up, Beat it up, beat beat it up. That's okay. It's the terror knowing what this world Is about. Watching some good friends scream, "Let me out." Pray tomorrow takes me higher. People on Streets. Chippin' around, kick my brains around the floor. These are the days it never rains but it Pours. Beat it up, Beat it up, beat it up, Beat up. Streets. People on streets. It's the terror of knowing what this world is About. Watching some good friends scream, "Let me out." Pray tomorrow takes me high, high. Yeah. Turn 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? Why? It's early hours, Under pressure we're cracking. 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 give love, love? Give up yet, give your You Wouldn't look down on you. You 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.