Pressure, pushing down on mePressing down on you, no man has scoreOut of the pressure, that burns a building downBuilds a family too, puts people on streetsBa-ba-ba-bae, ba-ba-ba-baeDe-de-ya, de-de-yaIt's the devil of home with what this world is aboutWatch it's under-trends, screaming, let me outTomorrow, getting higherPressure, pushing down on meTurn away from it all, like a blind manSell an offense, but it don't workYou're coming up with love, but it's all slash and turnWhy?Why?Insanity loves usThe pressure we're crackingCan't we give ourselves one more chance?Can't we give ourselves one more chance?Why can't we give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give loveCause love's such an old-fashioned wordAnd love tells you to care for the peopleAnd love tells you to care for the peopleOn the edge of the nightAnd love tells you to change our way of caring about ourselvesThis is our last danceThis is our last danceUnder pressureUnder pressureUnder pressurePressure