High Under Pressure

Jump the freight train up to midtown
It's a Friday night affair
With the slightest intuition, you smell the tension in the air
Sneakin' through the alleys, where the neon light shines bright
Where the moanin' hussies sell their bodies to the night

Switchblade Jim, he's the king of the ring
He's walking dynamite
White lined nose, starry eyes, achin' for a fight
Better watch out youngblood, he's got his eyes on you
A wild boy and a dagger, so what you gonna do

High, you're high, so high
Under pressure
High, you're high, so high
Under pressure

In the line of fire, your veins are pumping loud
Heat is rising higher, ears are ringing from that sound
Struck down in a corner, with his face down on the ground
Bare knuckles, blood-red right hand
A newborn street king has been crowned

High, you're high, so high
Under pressure
High, you're high, so high
Under pressure
High, you're high, so high
Under pressure

High, you're high, so high
High, high, you feel so high
High, high, you've been so high
High, high, you feel so high
High, high, oh so high
So high, you can't deny