Song Lyrics

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 some people on the streets

It's the terror of knowing what this world is about
Watching some good friends scream, “Let me out”
Pray tomorrow, gets me higher
Pressure on the people, people on the streets

Chipping around, kick my brains around the floor
These are the days it never rains but it pours
People on the streets, people on the streets

It's the terror of knowing what this world is about
Watching some good friends scream, “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

Insanity laughs, under pressure we're cracking
Why 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 love dares you to change our way
Of caring about ourselves, this is our last dance
This is our last dance, this is ourselves

David Bowie, John Richard Deacon, Brian Harold May, Freddie Mercury, Roger Meddows Taylor