Inner-city life, inner-city pressure

The concrete world
Is starting to get ya

The city is alive
The city is expanding

Living in the city can be demanding

You pawned everything
Everything you own

Your toothbrush jar
And a camera phone

You don't know where you’re
Going, you cross the street

You don't know why you did, you
Walk back across the street

Now you're standing in the
Sitting room totally skint

Your favorite jersey
Is covered in lint
You want to sit down
But you sold your chair

So you just stand there

You just stand there

You just stand there

Both:
Inner

Inner-city

Inner-city pressure

Inner-city pressure

Counting coins on
The counter of the 7/11

From a quarter past six
Till a quarter to seven

The manager, Bevin
Starts to abuse me
Hey man, I just want some muesli

Neon signs, hidden messages

Questions, answers, and fetishes

You know you’re not in high finance

Considering secondhand underpants

Check your mind
How did it get so bad?

What happened to those
Other underpants you had?

Check your pockets
Haven't found one cent yet

Landlord's on your balls
"Have you paid your rent yet?"

Both:
Inner

Inner-city
Inner-city pressure

Inner-city pressure

Inner

Both: Inner-city

Inner-city pressure

Inner-city pressure

Can you handle the pressure?

So you think maybe
I'll be a prostitute

Just to pay for your lessons
You're learning the flute

Ladies won't pay you
Very much for this

Looks like you'll never be
A concert flautist

You don't measure up
To the expectation

When you’re unemployed
There’s no vacation

No one cares, no one sympathizes

You just stay home
And play synthesizers

You've lost perspective
Like a picture by Escher

It’s the pressure

Inner-city pressure

New York

Berlin

Paris

Wellington

Pressure, pressure, pressure