[ Featuring
The Used ]
Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you no man ask for
Ooh, under pressure
That burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets
Ba-ba-beh, ba-ba-beh
Be-day-da, be-day-da
That's okay
It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends scream, "Let me out"
Pray tomorrow takes me higher
Pressure on people, people on streets
Dee-day-da (dee-day-da)
Chippin' around
Kick my brains 'round the floor
These are the days
It never rains but it pours
Ba-ba-dah, ba-ba-dah
Ba-ba-dah, ba-ba-dah
People on streets
Ba-de-dah-da
People on streets
Ba-dah-dee-da, dee-da, dee-da, dee-da
And it's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends scream, "Let me out"
Pray tomorrow takes me high, 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)
Insanity laughs 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 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, under pressure
