All words and music by Roger Taylor unless stated "London Town - C'mon Down" Spoken voice - excerpt from London Fantasy by Mervyn Peake Pressure On I've got the pressure, pressure, pressure on Pressure, pressure, pressure on I've got the pressure on x 2 Pressure from above, pressure from below I can't think straight, or even go with the flow Ah, ooh, I've got the pressure on Analysts here, therapists there You ain't getting me sitting in your chair Ahhh, oooh, I've got the pressure on The price is right, not open to debate Besides I'm worried about my weight Ahhh, oooh, I've got the pressure on It's a signal, it's a sign It's a symptom of the time It's a warning, it's a gauge It's a feature of the age Politics, schmolitics I'm developing tics, clean out of tricks Like a skin flick, just a little slick So where's the kick? Aah aah, I've got the pressure on I think about you, I think about me We grew up but we don't feel free Is this where we wanted to be It's not you, it's gotta be me It's a signal, it's a sign It's a symptom of the time It's a warning, it's a gauge It's a feature of the age Pressure x 3 It's a signal, it's a sign It's a symptom of the time It's a warning, it's a gauge It's a feature of the age Ahhh x 5 I got the pressure on x 3 Me, oooh ------------------------------------------------- A Nation of Haircuts How can you ever stand tall God help us all we're a nation of haircuts How can you ever stand tall in a nation of haircuts We don't make ships and we don't make cars But we look real good hangin' out in bars You better never grow old in a nation of haircuts Or you'll be out in the cold in a nation of haircuts No point of view in a nation of haircuts Fashion rules in a nation of haircuts Check your shoes Check your hair Last weeks thing, oh dear And we salute you All you groovy dudes Yeah we salute you You're so fucking cool Check your threads, check your cred but you better not smile But don't move too quick, you might spoil your hairstyle No point of view in a nation of haircuts Fashion rules in a nation of haircuts Check your shoes Check your hair Looking good, yeah And we salute you All you groovy dudes Yeah we salute you You're so fucking cool You gotta drink the right drink in a nation of haircuts A nation of hsircuts You better watch what you think in a nation of haircuts A nation of haircuts No point of view in a nation of haircuts, a nation of haircuts Fashion rules in a nation of haircuts A nation of haircuts x 4 (I said Keith Richard not Cliff Richard) ------------------------------------------------- Believe In Yourself I used to think I was a loser And all I did was bound to fail To be a shaker and a mover Keep the bad guys off your tail Everybody wanna get to the top of the heap sometime (The top of the heap) Everybody wanna climb to the top of the hill sometime (The top of the hill) Everybody gotta take a little piece of the heat sometime (A piece of the heat) Everybody gotta stand on their own two feet sometime I mean you x 4 Believe in yourself, and nobody else Everybody wants a shot at a lick of the cream sometime (A lick of the cream ) Everybody wanna go, make a bit of a show sometime (A bit of a show) Everybody need a chance, tap into the flow sometime Everybody wanna trip, get a crack of the whip sometime I mean you x 4 Believe in yourself, and nobody else And I mean you x 4 People with problems People on streets People down your way People you meet Believe in yourself x 4 I mean you x 4 Believe in yourself x 2 I mean you x 4 Believe in yourself (Bus conductors, people on trams Welshmen & sheep, clams Lepidoptorists, collectors of stamps Leopards with spots on, tramps Space wasting journalists, people in far flung posts Unpleasant neighbours, ghosts Playing any, Lawyers with fees Elvis, deciduous trees Popstars, pets, nurses, vets People in big homes Elsie, Stan, Mother, Desperate Dan) ------------------------------------------------- Surrender Same cycle happen every day Same characters, same play My game plan's become clear Gotta find a way out of here There ain't no place to run No welcome mat in my home No love here, no life You want a punchbag, not a wife You can't hurt me now x 3 I'm gone from you You can't hurt me now x 2 You can't reach me where I'm gone to I surrender x 2 No hope left, just pain Whiskey on his breath, violence in his brain Scared kids, with scarred minds Surrender reason, love is blind Surrender life, surrender love Surrender belief in God above Surrender hope, bow down to fear Surrender life There ain't much here You can't hurt me now x 3 I'm gone from you You can't hurt me now x 2 You can't reach me where I'm gone to I surrender x 4 You can't reach me x 7 I surrender x 7 (You can't reach me) ------------------------------------------------- People On Streets I said hey Michael Jackson and the politicians You wanna get out on the street and see what you can do I said hey Mr President and senators too I said Mr Prime Minister it's good for you I said all the Queen's women and all the Queen's men Better get it together 'cos it's real broken I said a whatta you need is a lesson in reality Because the way it stands you're a real liability Get out and meet, people on streets x 2 You know and I know we're brothers in time You know the truth is the right of mankind I said hey all you music stars and DJ's too You'd better get real quick or it's up to you And you quiz show hosts who think you're so fine You talk to people like they're stupid and a waste of your time And all you movie stars who think you're so cool Maybe your time is up and it's time for the truth There's a lot of lessons needed in humility Because the way it stands you're a real liability Get out and meet, people on streets x 2 You know and I know we're brothers in time You know that justice is for all mankind I said hey Madonna and Roseanne Barr Well you think that you're big (you're too big by far) If you think that you're important in the scheme of things You'd better get real quick 'cos reality stinks I said hey Ayatollah you're a real big cheese However much you talk it's just words in the breeze If you're one of the people can't you prove it's true Get out on the street and let reality come to you Get out and meet, people on streets x 2 You know and I know we're brothers in time You know that justice is for all mankind Get out (you know and I know) and meet, (we're brothers in time) People on streets Get out and meet, (You know that justice ) people on streets (Is for all mankind) Get out (you know and I know) and meet, (we're brothers in time) People on streets Get out and meet, (You know that justice ) people on streets (Is for all mankind) Get out (you know and I know) and meet, (we're brothers in time) People on streets Get out and meet, (You know that justice ) people on streets (Is for all mankind) You know and I know, people on streets Get out and meet, people on streets ------------------------------------------------- The Whisperers - Roger Taylor/Nicholas Evans Fear x 10 Between men, between horses, there is mistrust and fear And it's only got deeper with the passing of years We know this from paintings, we know this from books Some men had real magic, while others just talked There were gypsies and showmen and charlatan shamans There were men who could softly whisper the devils away John Solomon Rary tamed a horse of the Queen Laid it down on the ground Then he laid down beside it and put his head on it's hooves You can imagine the scene For secrets uttered softly into pricked and troubled ears These men were known as whisperers x 2 An Indian charm bought for the price of a meal Was the scret of Sullivan that died with him for real? We know this from paintings, we know this from books Some men had real magic, while others just talked For secrets uttered softly to soothe all troubled fears These men were known as whisperers x 2 Softly spoken secrets, soothing troubled fears, all disappear And with the passing of each year For secrets uttered softly to soothe all troubled fears These men were known as whisperers For secrets uttered softly into pricked and troubled ears These men were known as whisperers x 5 ------------------------------------------------- Is It Me? So lonely I'm so lonely, is it me? Or is it you? And I feel x 3 So lonely Only lonely Without you How many times must I sit by the phone Must I feel so alone, must I stay in at home I feel lonely How many times can we patch up a fight Can we stay at home at night, try to keep out of sight I feel blue How many times can we drive ourselves mad To end up feeling sad with a love turning bad I'm so lonely Only lonely Without you And I feel x 3 So lonely I'm so lonely Is it me? Or is it you? And I feel x 3 So lonely Only lonely Without you How many tears must we cry in the night Must we needlessly fight Can't see no light There's no hope left How many pleas does it take to appease When you're down on your knees Seems that nothing can please So hopeless How many storms can the two of us take When there's so much at stake Something must break No rope left A hopeless home left Without you And I feel x 3 So lonely Feel so lonely Is it me now? Or is it you? And I feel x 3 So lonely Only lonely Without you And I feel x 3 So lonely Is it me? Or is it you? ------------------------------------------------- No More Fun From the 'stairway to heaven' to 'the laughing gnome' It's a mighty long way down rock and roll We got no more, no more fun Age before beauty, pearls before swine And whatever happened to the wild, wild, times? From the Memphis God to the Liverpool boys Then the guitar kings made a lot of noise We got no more No more fun x 2 We got no more No more fun x 2 I said age before beauty, pearls before swine And whatever happened to the wild, wild, times? No more fun Then they were dressing like hookers They were dressing like queens It had nothign to do with New Orleans We got no more No more fun x 2 We got no more No more fun x 3 It don't seem like fun and it ain't necessary Never wanted to be no shorthand secretary Now they're punching their keyboards, kiss their machines It ain't got much soul and it's squeaky clean We got no more No more fun x 2 We got no more No more fun We got no more No more fun x 25 ------------------------------------------------- Tonight Tonight, we're painting this town red Tonight, we legislate on blue Tonight, we paint your mother green Act out all our dreams, and we'll celebrate, me and you Yeah we'll celebrate, me and you Tonight, with all things possible Tonight, we'll fly beyond all cares Tonight, we'll tear down all the walls, ride down waterfalls And we'll celebrate, me and you Celebrate, me and you Across the skies, into the void, we'll disappear Celebrate, me and you Yeah we'll celebrate, me and you Tonight, we're drinking this town dry Tonight, we'll see the tables turned Tonight, we'll see our bridges burned Tonight, we're painting this town red Tonight, we'll see the tables turned Tonight, we're painting this town red Tonight (echoed till end) ------------------------------------------------- Where Are You Now? Don't have much education Not much anyhow Just believed what they told me And oohee, look at me now There must be more to life than this bum deal Some direction somehow Some kind of a reason Yeah I wanna know Tell me where are you now? x 2 Don't have too much of religion Not much anyhow Don't have much to look up to We killed all your sacred cows Just trying to file a flight plan Need some direction, need it now Some kind of a reason Yeah I wanna know Tell me where are you now (that we need you) ? Tell me where are you now? You don't have to be, you don't have to seem You don't have to scream, for any big deal (for yourself) You don't have to bleed, you don't have to believe You don't have to pretend to know what's right, or what's real Tell me where are you now (we need you) ? Where are you now? Tell me where are you now? Tell me where are you now (that we need you) ? ------------------------------------------------- Working Class Hero - John Lennon As soon as you're born they make you feel small By giving you no time instead of at all Until the pain is so big you feel nothing at all A working class hero is something to be x 2 Well they hurt you at home and they hit you at school They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool 'Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules A working class hero is something to be x 2 When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years Then they expect you to pick a career When you can't really function, you're so full of fear A working class hero is something to be x 2 Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV And you think you're so clever and classless and free But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see A working class hero is something to be x 2 There's room at the top they are telling you still But first you must learn to smile as you kill If you want to be like the folks on the hill A working class hero is something to be Yes, a working class hero is something to be If you want to be a hero then just follow me x 2 ------------------------------------------------- London Town - C'mon Down We got it down x 3 } In London Town } x 2 Dig this & dig that Dig the thin & dig the fat Dig the boys & dig the girls Dig the straights & dig the curls Dig the future, dig the past Dig the audience & cast Dig the sights, dig the sounds Yeah, dig this London town C'mon down, c'mon down to London Town x 2 Electric light surrounding me Feel the electricity Feelin' up, getting higher Feed on my electric fire If you wanna get up, you gotta go down Get your fix on London Town C'mon down to London Town x 2 C'mon down We got it down x 3 } In London Town } x 2 Down x 6 We got it down x 5 We got it down x 3 } In London Town } x 4 Town x 5 But for the fact the eye can cease to respond and brain to absorb The heart to miss a beat The spirit to launch itself on hazardous specualation Then surely the weird creatures that make up this dark hive Crawl under them or for that matter the world It would lie spread before us everyday such a scene The supports, the brains of madness, delerium of hate The cavalcade unlikely to be suffered Very endlessness of it's independance C'mon down x 4 C'mon x 5 C'mon down C'mon C'mon down x 2 Clay miracles float by at a 100 nights The eyes and constellations swarm to them Sight becomes cluttered There is no end to them Beneath the electric glare Forming down for it's sunlight and firelight And wind and sunrise at dusk There is no end, there is no end One night stand