Under Pressure (1995-12-10: Ratata, French TV) Songtext
von David Bowie

Go, girl

Pressure, pushing down on me
Pressing down on you, no man ask for
Under pressure that burns a building down
It splits a family in two, puts people on streets

That′s okay
It's the terror of knowing what this world is about
Watching the good friends screaming, "Let me out!"
Pray tomorrow takes me higher
Pressure on people, people on streets

Okay
Chippin′ around, kick my brains across the floor
These are the days, it never rains, but it pours

People on streets
People on streets

It's the terror of knowing what this world is about
Watching the good friends screaming, "Let me out!"
Pray tomorrow takes me higher
Pressure on people, people on streets


Turn away from it all like a blind man
Sat on the fence, but it don't work
Keep comin′ up with love, but it′s so slashed and torn
Why, why?

Insanity laughs, under pressure we're cracking
Why can′t we give love one more chance?
Why can't we give love now one more chance?
Why can′t we give love, give love, give love, give love
Give love, give love, give love

'Cause love′s such an old-fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night
And love dares you
To change our way of caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves

Under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure

Gail Ann Dorsey
Gail Ann, lovely Dorsey