Lyrics

[Verse] You drug yourself I drug myself You drug yourself I drug myself Now all your dreams have gone [Verse] You clench your fist But you just missed You clench your fist But you just missed What all your dreams have gone [Chorus] Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure [Verse] You clothe yourself I clothe myself You drug yourself I drug myself What all your dreams have gone [Verse] You make your mark I make my mark You see the dark I make my mark Now all your dreams have gone [Chorus] Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure [Outro] Another environment, Mr. Dubinsky is in France with one of my students So they hop into the pub and start drinking beers And soon they're feeling good 'cause it's good stuff Mr. Dubinsky goes to teach English and he's feeling good And teaches a good class Everybody begins to understand and accept literature better Because the link between teacher and student has been made