Well son, are you feeling the pressure yet?
You know where you're from and you best not forget,
You can twist and contort it but I know you'll regret,
If you compromise all the blood that you've sweat.
And I feel it now 'cause I'm forced to produce,
'Cause this gift I've been given I've learnt to abuse.
I've asked for this rope and I've made a fine noose for myself.
It's no excuse, it's no excuse.

I've heard they’re like assholes, I know I can be one,
So I'll be the best one I can be.
And I won't compromise, I just can't organise
My thoughts with it hovering over me,
So we'll scream when we've finished triumphantly.

Fuck the deadlines! (Fuck the deadlines!)
Fuck the deadlines! (Fuck the deadlines!)
Fuck the deadlines! (Fuck the deadlines!)
Fuck the deadlines! (Fuck the deadlines!)

Well son, are you feeling the pressure yet?
You know where you're from and you best not forget,
You can twist and contort it but I know you'll regret,
If you compromise all the blood that you've sweat.
And I feel it now 'cause I'm forced to produce,
'Cause this gift I've been given I've learnt to abuse.
I've asked for this rope and I've made a fine noose for myself.
It's no excuse, it's no excuse.

I've heard they’re like assholes, I know I can be one,
So I'll be the best one I can be.
And I won't compromise, I just can't organise
My thoughts with it hovering over me,
So we'll scream when we've finished triumphantly.

Fuck the deadlines! (Fuck the deadlines!)
Fuck the deadlines! (Fuck the deadlines!)
Fuck the deadlines! (Fuck the deadlines!)
Fuck the deadlines! (Fuck the deadlines!)
And you!


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