Pressure
This I think is this
This I think is this
Stop me, don’t stop, now I won’t go
Sit slack with back to wall
Not my time to give and now you’re into it?
Could crush velvet down the hall
Man shot into sand, the famous formulation
Shot into sand; the famous formulation
I can see you looking on my way
Why don’t you do something about it?
I don’t feel I’m welcome in this space
But I won’t let you unnerve me
This I think is this
This I think is this
(Sit slack with back to wall
Could crush velvet down the hall)
Man shot into sand, the famous formulation
Shot into sand, the famous formulation
Still stuck at the laundromat, still stuck
Will it be nickels and dimes?
Will it pounds and pence?
No dollars, no sense
Angel, sweet angel
Sing for the teardrops, the tv dinners
Suck on the kick stick
Before you’re too fucked up and misplace it
I’m a lights on kind of lover, see these fang-made rings? But she said
Don’t sink them in, punching walls this thin
I’ll clutch my belly at your trouble, although those few
They’ve all said, they’ve all said, they’ve all said
I can see you looking on my way
Why don’t you do something about it?
I don’t feel I’m welcome in this space
But I won't let you unnerve me
This I think is this
This I think is this
(Sit slack with back to wall
Could crush velvet down the hall)
Man shot into sand, the famous formulation
Shot into sand, the famous formulation
