You said New York, New York is dangerous Cause you read that where you're made Even the blind man could see that's not so La la la la la Right! People on streets Ha ha ha ha Boomba baby, boomba baby, boomba baby Why don't we give all that one more chance Racial, racial, racial, racial, racial, racial, racial, racial, racial Pushin' down on me, pressin' down on you No man has more Under pressure That burns a building down Splits a family in two Puts people on streets Boomba baby, boomba baby, boomba baby It's the terror of knowing what this world is about Watchin' some good friends screaming, let me out Where tomorrow gets me higher National people, people on streets Chippin' around, keepin' our brains round the floor These are the days, it never looks better It's the terror of knowing what this world is about Watchin' some good friends screaming, let me out Where tomorrow gets me higher, higher, higher National people, people on streets Turned away from it all Like a blind man Sat on a fence But it don't work Keep coming up with love But it's all slashed and torn Why, why, why Why, why, why Insanity lost under pressure, we're breaking Can't we give ourselves one more chance Why can't we give love that one more chance Why can't we give love, give love, give love Give love, give love, give love, give love God's got us such an old-fashioned world And God dares you to care for the people on the Edge of the night And God dares you to change our way of Caring about ourselves This is our last dance This is our last dance This is ourselves Under pressure Under pressure Pressure Pressure