With a comb down here, it's easy But do you rather have a good day? But a dream like this gets wasted That you'll Under the pressure Still you'll Under the pressure It's pretty obvious, oh, you love it Like an illusion, when it all breaks down And the runaways standing in the wind and pray And they stare straight into nothing, But we're all kinda the same You were raised on a promise, found out over time Bet it will come around, get a new way Or watches how it all breaks down here Under the pressure Never break out there The storm and the wind will go However you count down there Stay, keeping on In a cold wind, all arrested Now, you know how it feels This is really, warden in my back Goose in my gut, wading in the water Just trying not to crack Under the pressure Under the pressure, wooh