Ee day da — that's okay It's the terror of knowing What the world is about Watching some good friends Screaming 'Let me out' Pray tomorrow gets me higher Pressure on people people on streets Day day de mm hm Da da da ba ba Okay Chippin' around — kick my brains around the floor These are the days it never rains but it pours
Pressure pushing down on me Pressing down on you no man ask for Under pressure that brings a building down Splits a family in two Puts people on streets
