You have to learn to pace yourself...PRESSURE
You're just like everybody else...PRESSURE
You've only had to run so far, so good
But you will come to a place where the only thing you feel
Are loaded guns in your face and you'll have to deal with PRESSURE
You used to call me paranoid...PRESSURE
But even you can not avoid...PRESSURE
You turned the tap dance into your crusade
Now here you are with your faith and your Peter Pan advice
You have no scars on your face and you cannot handle PRESSURE
All grown up and no place to go
Psych 1, Psych 2, what do you know?
All your life is Channel 13
Sesame Street, what does it mean?
I'll tell you what it means...PRESSURE...PRESSURE...
Don't ask for help, you're all alone...PRESSURE
You'll have to answer to your own...PRESSURE
I'm sure you'll have some cosmic rationale
But here you are in the ninth, two men out and three men on
Nowhere to look but inside where we all respond to PRESSURE
PRESSURE
All your life is Time Magazine
I read it too, what does it mean?
PRESSURE!!!
I'm sure you'll have some cosmic rationale
But here you are with your faith and your Peter Pan advice
You have no scars on your face and you cannot handle PRESSURE
PRESSURE PRESSURE
One, two, three, four, PRESSURE!!!
Submitted by Michael Hack
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