Pressure – D-Sailors – letras

Every monday morning I think I’d better quit this job.I work hard and seriously, although that’s notWhat I was dreaming of.Finally I leave my desk, go home, switch on the tellySlowly getting stupid, this is their aimI’m glad they are not that perfect.Don’t wanna workBut don’t wanna do nothing.What am I looking for ?Take that pressure from meand tell me one thing :What are the values of my life ?Beyond existence the answer isSpinning ’round that one solutionWe can’t prevent us being forced into accepting old traditions’Cause we were born here, we grew up herewe ‘re part of that whole thingsometimes it makes me feel goodsometimes this makes me sickWanna change everythingBut can’t create a new worldToo much depends on itTake that pressure from meAnd tell me one thingWhat are the values of my life ?What is it worthwile fighting for ?Spending all my time and energy ?