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
That's OK
That's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends screaming
"Let me out!"
Tomorrow gets me higher
Pressure on people, people on streets
OK
Chippin' around, kick my brains 'round the floor
These are the days, it never rains but it pours
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!"
Tomorrow gets me higher, higher
Pressure on people, people on streets (high)
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 breaking
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?
'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 ourselves
Under 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
That's OK
That's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends screaming
"Let me out!"
Tomorrow gets me higher
Pressure on people, people on streets
OK
Chippin' around, kick my brains 'round the floor
These are the days, it never rains but it pours
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!"
Tomorrow gets me higher, higher
Pressure on people, people on streets (high)
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 breaking
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?
'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 ourselves
Under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure
Credits
Writer(s): David Bowie, Brian May, Roger Taylor, Freddie Mercury, John Deacon
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