Pressure

Pushin' down on me

Pressin' down on you

No man ask for

Under pressure

That brings a building down

Splits a family in two

Puts people on streets

That's okay

It's the terror of knowing what the world is about

Watching some good friend scream, "Let me out!"

Pray tomorrow gets me higher

Pressure on people

People on streets

Okay

Chippin' 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 friend scream, "Let me out!"

Pray tomorrow gets me higher, higher, 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? Wh-y?

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, give love ...

'Cause love's such an old fashioned word

And love dares you to care for

The people on the (people on streets) edge of the night

And love (people on streets) dares you to change our way of

caring about ourselves

This is our last dance

This is ourselves

Under pressure

Under pressure

Pressure

—Queen, "Under Pressure"