We Built This Come Death

Some experiments gave men such pressure in their heads That they would go mad and pull out their hair to relieve the pressure They would tear their heads and faces with their fingers and nails To maim themselves in their madness They would beat the walls with their heads and hands And scream to relieve the pressure on their eardrums Now you will see all this time Work nine to five Monday through Friday I'm singing I sing the blues for you You, oh-oh You Now I'm standing in the pouring rain My feet are cold but I can't complain And I wonder how you have been I need you love, I miss you so Yeaah How I scream, all this life's worth all the while Heartache, slave driving pain I sing the blues for you You, oh-oh You Now I'm standing in the pouring rain My feet are cold but I can't complain And I wonder how you have been I need you love, I miss you so I know it's right but