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
Day-day-dum Mmm-hmm Nah-now, yeah Okay
Chippin’ around Kick my brains round the floor These are the days It never rains but it pours
Ee-do-ba-be Ee-do-ba-ba-ba Um-bo-bo Oh-oh
Ee-da-de-da-de Ee-da, de-da, de-da, de-da
It’s the terror of knowing What this world is about Watching some good friends Screaming, “Let me out!” Pray tomorrow Gets me high, high, 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?
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 us 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, yeah Under pressure, oh Pressure