PRESSURE

HURL MYSELF INTO RITUAL PANIC
RAISE MY GLASS UP TO RICHEY MANIC
ARE ALL YOUR IDOLS DEAD OR DYING?
YOU NEVER LOOKED LIKE THEM ANYWAY

SO CARVE IT OUT, A NICHE FOR US
A MINOR REVOLUTION KICKING UP A FUSS
ONE MORE MIRROR ON THE REWIND
TELL ME ONCE AGAIN WHAT YOU HOPE TO FIND…

AND I THINK IT IS A LONG, LONG TIME
UNTIL THE PRESSURE'S GONNA GIVE
AND I THINK IT IS A LONG, LONG TIME
UNTIL THE PRESSURE GOES AWAY

FAIRY TALES OF GLITZ AND GLAMOUR
THE LESSONS HIT HARD LIKE A REGRET HAMMER
YA PHOENIX IT UP ONCE AGAIN
WONDERIN' HOW THEY CLAIM TO BE YOUR FRIEND

YOU SHAKE IT OFF, KNOCK 'EM BACK
GEARING IT UP FOR THE RE-ATTACK
THEY COUNTED YOU OVER, COUNTED YOU DONE
NOW YA HAVE TO PROVE 'EM WRONG JUST FOR FUN

THIS IS MY DESTINY IT'S ALL YOU WANT FROM ME
SHOULD I STOP TRYIN' ANYMORE
FOR IT'S A BLAZING SOUND TO HAVE TO LIVE AROUND
SO DAMN IMPOSSIBLE TO IGNORE

IT'S THE CHORUS OF ONE BUT THE BALLAD OF MANY
THEY ALL CHECK OUT LEAVIN' US WITH ENVY
IT'S A DORIAN GREY KINDA WAY TO STAY BEHIND

THE GIRLS ALL CRY WITH YOUR PICTURES ON THE WALL
THE GUYS THINK YOU'RE COOL WHEN YOU FINALLY FALL
BUT THERE'S ONE THING THEY FORGET TO TELL ME
IT'S ALL BEEN DONE BETTER TWICE ALREADY

(written the day missing Manic Street Preachers guitarist/lyricist
Richey James Edwards was declared dead)

music and lyrics by Steven Gullett - copyright 2002