Pressure
You have to learn to pace yourselfPressureYou're just like everybody elsePressureYou've only had to run so farSo goodBut you will come to a placeWhere the only thing you feelAre loaded guns in your faceAnd you'll have to deal withPressure
You used to call me paranoidPressureBut even you can not avoidPressureYou turned the tap dance into your crusadeNow here you are with your faithAnd your Peter Pan adviceYou have no scars on your faceAnd you cannot handle pressure
All grown up and no place to goPsych 1, Psych 2What do you know?All your life is Channel 13Sesame StreetWhat does it mean?
I'll tell you what it meansPressurePressure
Don't ask for helpYou're all alonePressureYou'll have to answerTo your ownPressureI'm sure you'll have some cosmic rationaleBut here you are in the ninthTwo men out and three men onNowhere to look but insideWhere we all respond toPressurePressure
All your life is Time magazineI read it tooWhat does it mean?PressureI'm sure you'll have some cosmic rationaleBut here you are with your faithAnd your Peter Pan adviceYou have no scars on your faceAnd you cannot handle pressure
Pressure, pressureOne, two, three, fourPressure