Pressure

On a sticky summer night
Was impossible to sleep
He went looking for a fight
He went running up the street
She was lying in their bed
Sweating twisted in the sheets
Thinking curcumstance had wronged him
But that she would feel the heat
And it was true that she could kill you

Pressure is looming in my doorway
Can't ever let it in my room
Pressure is rattling my bedposts
I hope I get this window open soon

Joe was working for the man
He saw nothing else to do
Anger red and knuckles white
Dreaming Johnny Walker Blue
Oh you squeeze the native fruit
Oh you try to fill that cup
Poverty or tourist loom
So you let them drink it up
What else can you do
That she could kill you

Pressure is looming in my doorway
Can't ever let it in my room
Pressure is rattling my bedpost
I hope I get this window open soon

Me I bring this on myself
Unless it's brought by you
It's impossible to tell
I just know it when I'm screwed
But I've seen the fruited plain
Blowing freedom through my brain
And I will lose this shame
I will lose this pain
And I mean it too that she could kill you

Pressure is looming in my doorway
Can't ever let it in my room
Pressure is rattling my bedpost
I hope I get this window open soon
Said I hope I get this window open soon
I hope I get this window open soon