stress
lyric + music by skylark + maurice white
woke up too late
mad dashing still late
my heart pound and my head throb
i’m bout to lose my job
new bills and new debt
no cash and no check
man here to collect
his breath is on my neck
i keep pushing against the pain
i get the feeling i’m walking in the fast lane
stress
economic
supersonic
every minute
they got me living in it
sky-high tax rate
skinheads preach hate
poor folks in a bread line
plane crash in a great big headline
cars stopping no gas
my heartbeat is too fast
doc says “no sweets”
i can’t trust the food i eat
i got the bill for my telephone
e.t. must be using it to call home
stress
economic
supersonic
every minute
they got me living in it
© 1989 sputnik adventure music
maurice white music