[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