Pressure Testo

Pressure Every monday morning I think I'd better quit this job. I work hard and seriously, although that's not What I was dreaming of. Finally I leave my desk, go home, switch on the telly Slowly getting stupid, this is their aim I'm glad they are not that perfect. Don't wanna work But don't wanna do nothing. What am I looking for ? Take that pressure from me and tell me one thing : What are the values of my life ? Beyond existence the answer is Spinning 'round that one solution We can't prevent us being forced into accepting old traditions 'Cause we were born here, we grew up here we 're part of that whole thing sometimes it makes me feel good sometimes this makes me sick Wanna change everything But can't create a new world Too much depends on it Take that pressure from me And tell me one thing What are the values of my life ? What is it worthwile fighting for ? Spending all my time and energy ?