On a sticky summer night
Wasn't possible to sleep
He went looking for a fight
He went running up the street
She was lying in their bed
Sweating twisted in the sheets
Thinking circumstance had wronged him
But that she would feel the heat
And it was true that shit could kill you
Pressure is looming in my doorway
God damn I let it in my room
Pressure is rattling my bedposts
I hope I get this window open soon
Joe was working for the man
He saw nothing else to do
Anger red and knuckles white
Dreaming Johnny Walker Blue
Or you squeeze the native fruit
Oh, you try to fill that cup
Poverty or tourist loot
So you let them drink it up
What else can you do
That shit could kill you
Pressure is looming in my doorway
Can't ever let it in my room
Pressure is rattling my bedpost
I hope I get this window open soon
Me I bring this on myself
Unless it's brought by you
It's impossible to tell
I just know when I'm screwed
But I've seen the fruited plain
Blowing freedom through my brain
And I will lose this shame
I will lose this pain
And I mean it too cause that shit could kill you
Pressure is looming in my doorway
Can't ever let it in my room
Pressure is rattling my bedpost
I hope I get this window open
Said I hope I get this window open soon
I hope I get this window open soon

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