Pressure

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 cannot 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 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!