Sangtekst: David Bowie. Other. 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

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 the streets

Chipping around
kick my brains on 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
Pressure on people
People on the 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
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

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 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
Pressure