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 can not 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?
Pressure
I'm sure you'll 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