Pressure Songtext / Lyric

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 ?