Lyrics:

With a comb down here, it's easy
But do you rather have a good day?
But a dream like this gets wasted

That you'll
Under the pressure
Still you'll
Under the pressure

It's pretty obvious, oh, you love it
Like an illusion, when it all breaks down
And the runaways standing in the wind and pray
And they stare straight into nothing,

But we're all kinda the same
You were raised on a promise, found out over time
Bet it will come around, get a new way
Or watches how it all breaks down here

Under the pressure

Never break out there
The storm and the wind will go
However you count down there
Stay, keeping on

In a cold wind, all arrested
Now, you know how it feels
This is really, warden in my back
Goose in my gut, wading in the water

Just trying not to crack
Under the pressure
Under the pressure, wooh