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