Pressure 歌詞

On a sticky summer night Was impossible to sleep He went looking for a fight He went running up the street She was lying in their bed Sweating twisted in the sheets Thinking curcumstance had wronged him But that she would feel the heat And it was true that she could kill you Pressure is looming in my doorway Can't ever let it in my room Pressure is rattling my bedposts I hope I get this window open soon Joe was working for the man He saw nothing else to do Anger red and knuckles white Dreaming Johnny Walker Blue Oh you squeeze the native fruit Oh you try to fill that cup Poverty or tourist loom So you let them drink it up What else can you do That she could kill you Pressure is looming in my doorway Can't ever let it in my room Pressure is rattling my bedpost I hope I get this window open soon Me I bring this on myself Unless it's brought by you It's impossible to tell I just know it when I'm screwed But I've seen the fruited plain Blowing freedom through my brain And I will lose this shame I will lose this pain And I mean it too that she could kill you Pressure is looming in my doorway Can't ever let it in my room Pressure is rattling my bedpost I hope I get this window open soon Said I hope I get this window open soon I hope I get this window open soon