كلمات Pressure

I know that your world and my world don't seem to mix We've both got different ways of getting our kicks My way is flying the flag and backing down to nobody Your way is making up lies, and telling your stories (chorus) You give us so much pressure You're trying to bring us down You give us so much pressure But we ain't gonna get out of town Lies, lies, lies, you never seem to tell the truth I've never seen so much rubbish and it's written by you You call yourselves the Gentlemen of the Press Well who are your bosses? Well I can take damn good guess (chorus) The time is gonna come when you have to account for your lies Whether you tell the truth must depend on the price You ruin somebody's life and then it's back to the bar Nothing else matters but expenses and your company car (chorus)