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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
David Bowie
David Bowie
Lead Vocals
Gerry Leonard
Gerry Leonard
Guitar
Gail Ann Dorsey
Gail Ann Dorsey
Bass
Sterling Campbell
Sterling Campbell
Drums
Catherine Russell
Catherine Russell
Vocals
Earl Slick
Earl Slick
Guitar
Mike Garson
Mike Garson
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Bowie
David Bowie
Songwriter
Brian May
Brian May
Songwriter
John Deacon
John Deacon
Songwriter
Freddie Mercury
Freddie Mercury
Songwriter
Roger Taylor
Roger Taylor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Bowie
David Bowie
Producer
Marcus Viner
Marcus Viner
Creative Director
Guy Harding
Guy Harding
Editing Engineer
Mario J. McNulty
Mario J. McNulty
Recording Engineer
Bill Lord
Bill Lord
Executive Producer
Henry Wrenn-Meleck
Henry Wrenn-Meleck
Executive Producer
Silas Rose
Silas Rose
Recording Technician
Tony Visconti
Tony Visconti
Mixing Engineer
Tessa Kimbel
Tessa Kimbel
Recording Technician

Lyrics

Go girl Boom-ba-de, boom, boom-ba-de Boom-boom-boom-boom-ba-de Pressure, pushing down on me Pressing down on you, no man ask for Under pressure, that burns a building down Splits a family in two, puts people on streets Boom-boom-ba-de Boom-boom-ba-de Ba-bah-ya That's OK It's the terror of knowing what this world is about Watching a good friend screaming, "Let me out!" Pray tomorrow take me higher Pressure on people, people on streets De-de-de Ba-ba-do-da-day OK Chipping around, kick my brains across the floor These are the days, it never rains but it pours Ba-yay, boom-boom-boom, ba-yay Boom-boom-boom-ba-yay People on streets Be-da-de-ya-yee People on streets Be-da-de-ya-de-ya It's the terror of knowing what this world is about Watching a good friend, screaming, "Let me out!" Tomorrow takes me higher Pressure on people, people on streets Turned away from it all like a blind man Sat on the fence but it don't work Keep coming up with love but it's so slashed and torn Why, why? Insanity laughs under pressure we're cracking Why can't we give love 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? 'Cause love's such an old-fashioned word And love dares you to care for The people on the edge of the night And love 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 Gail Ann Dorsey Gail Ann lovley Dorsey
Writer(s): Brian May, John Deacon, Roger Taylor, Freddie Mercury, David Bowie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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