Under Pressure - Lange

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 okay

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, okay

Chipping around, kick my brains around 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»

Pray tomorrow gets me higher, high, high

Pressure on people, people on streets

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

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?

'Cause love’s such an old fashioned word

And love dares you to care for the people on the edge of the night

And loves dares you to change our way of caring about ourselves

This is our last dance, this is ourselves

Under pressure, under pressure, pressure