Текст песни High Under Pressure

Jump the freight train up to midtown It's a Friday night affair With the slightest intuition, you smell the tension in the air Sneakin' through the alleys, where the neon light shines bright Where the moanin' hussies sell their bodies to the night Switchblade Jim, he's the king of the ring He's walking dynamite White lined nose, starry eyes, achin' for a fight Better watch out youngblood, he's got his eyes on you A wild boy and a dagger, so what you gonna do High, you're high, so high Under pressure High, you're high, so high Under pressure In the line of fire, your veins are pumping loud Heat is rising higher, ears are ringing from that sound Struck down in a corner, with his face down on the ground Bare knuckles, blood-red right hand A newborn street king has been crowned High, you're high, so high Under pressure High, you're high, so high Under pressure High, you're high, so high Under pressure High, you're high, so high High, high, you feel so high High, high, you've been so high High, high, you feel so high High, high, oh so high So high, you can't deny