(D)Pres sure

push ing (A)down on me, press ing (G)down on you.

No man ask (A)for.

Un der (D)pres sure that burns a (A)build ing down, splits a (G)fam ’ly in two, puts (A)peo ple on streets.

(That’s o kay.) It’s the (G)ter ror of know ing what this (A)world is a bout,

(Gsus2)watch ing some (G)good friends scream (A)ing, “Let me out.” Pray to (G)mor row gets me (A)high er.

Pres sure (D)on peo ple, peo ple (G)on the (A)streets.

Ooh, (D5)day day day.

That’s o kay.

Chip pin’ a round to kick my (A)brains on the floor.

These are the days it nev er (A)rains, but it pours.

Hel lo!

(D)Peo ple on the streets,

eh de (A)lee da day.

Oh, (G)peo ple on the streets,

Hee da (A)dee dah dee dah dee dah.

It’s the (G)ter ror of know ing what this (A)world is a bout,

(Gsus2)watch ing some (G)good friends scream (A)ing, “Let me out.” Pray to (Gsus2)mor (G)row gets me high (A)er, high er.

Pres sure, (D)pres sure peo ple (G)on the (A)streets.

Turn a (G)way from it all, like a (C)blind man.

Sat on a fence, but it (C)don’t work.

Keep (G)com ing up with love, but it’s so (C)scratched and torn.

Why,

(F)why,

(G)why?

In (A)san i ty laughs un der (G)pres sure; we’re crack ing.

can’t we (D)give our selves one more (Bm)chance?

Why (G)can’t we (D)give love that one more chance?

Why can’t we (D)give love (give love), (G)give love (A)(give love), (D)give love (give love), (A)give love (give love)?

’Cause (Bm)love’s such an (A)old fash ioned (D)word, and love (A)dares you to (G6)care for the (A)peo ple on the (D)edge of the (F#m)night.

And love (G)dares you to (A)change our way of (G)car ing a (A)bout our selves.

(G)This is our (A)last chance;

(D)this is our (G)selves.

Un der (D)pres sure.

Un der pres sure.

(Em)Pres (D)sure.