Under Pressure piano leadsheet with chords

Pressure pushing down on me,

pressing down on you.

No man ask for.

Under pressure that burns a building down,

splits a fam'ly in two, puts people on streets.

(That's okay.)

It's the terror of knowing what this world is about,

watching some good friends screaming, "Let me out."

Pray tomorrow gets me higher.

Pressure on people, people on the streets.

Ooh, daydayday.

That's okay.

Chippin' around to kick my brains on the floor.

These are the days it never rains,

but it pours.

Hello!

People on the streets,

ehdeleedaday. Oh, people on the streets,

Heedadeedahdeedahdeedah. It's the terror of knowing what this world is about,

watching some good friends screaming, "Let me out."

Pray tomorrow gets me higher, higher.

Pressure, pressure people on the streets.

Turn away from it all, like a blind man.

Sat on a fence, but it don't work.

Keep coming up with love, but it's so scratched and torn.

Why,

why, why?

In sanity laughs under pressure;

we're cracking.

can't we give ourselves one more chance?

Why can't we give love that one more chance?

Why can't we give love (give love),

give love (give love), give love (give love),

give love (give love)?

'Cause love's such an old fashioned word,

and love dares you to care for the people on the edge of the night.

And love dares you to change our way of caring about ourselves.

This is our last chance;

this is ourselves.

Under pressure.

Under pressure.

Pressure.