I have a theme for my first heart attack,
It's called strange fruit and it's louder than ever
Pressure and tension,
the storm and stress,
my blood is boiling,
my blood and sweat
Pressure and tension,
the storm and stress,
my feet like concrete,
i'm failing this test
There is no way for me to escape this,
I'm a dead man digging my own grave
Pressure and tension,
the storm and stress,
my blood is boiling,
my blood and sweat
Pressure and tension,
the storm and stress,
my feet like concrete,
i'm failing this test
Now there's no more happy endings