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

Oh, 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, young blood, 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

High, you're high, so high

Under pressure

High, you're high, so high

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, oh so high

So high, you can't deny